how do you sort out

[mopinko]

what feelings are your own, how you feel about people, who they are, from what your broken brain is telling you?

i look back at my long marriage, and all the times i thought my ex was a total jerk, and i wonder where my bouts of depression overlap who he really was, and how i really felt about him.

and my kids, jesus. especially when it gets encrusted w all the left over freudian bullshit about your experiences, blah blah blah, that they got in their time on the couch. it's sort of a wonder to me that anybody w mental illness loves their mother. or do they?