Sorry, Mom. I Can’t Be Your Perfect Daughter
I was the Alpha and Luna’s only daughter, yet I had depression, the illness my mother despised most.
Mom took me for a mental health assessment.
On the form, I checked “I often feel sad.” She crossed it out right away.
“Your dad and I love you so much. Why would you be sad?”
I checked “I’m afraid to talk to people.” She frowned again.
“You were so outgoing when you were little. Don’t put that.”
I didn’t argue.
She said I wasn’t sad, so I changed my answer to “Never.”
She said I slept just fine, so I erased “I often have trouble sleeping.”
By the time we finished, I’d changed almost every answer to the one she wanted.
The results came back normal.
Mom let out a relieved breath and pulled my c