Help

I've been scared before. Really scared, like not knowing who I am anymore; crying for no reason scared. I've been lost and neglected way too much, and I'm not lying. 

That was nothing, though. Being scared isn't worrying about yourself or what's happening to you, but being scared for someone you love. That's a whole new type of fear.

It's my mum. I love her; I always will, but somethings going on with her. I don't know what. Not yet. All I know is that she is mentally unwell.

I think it was my sister's illness that really set her off, but I can't say that for sure. The other day, she came into my room, quite calmly, and told me to strip. I had no choice, so I did what she told me. 

That's not what a mother should do, and I'm scared. For her, for my father, for my sister who could quite easily be tipped off of the edge again, and, I suppose, myself.

Dear God, what's happening to me?

W.O.D: Help.