As a young woman my mother was talented to the point of being gifted. She was something of a perfectionist and strived for excellence in all she did. She is still the voice in my head urging me to the same high standard. Unfortunately her mental health deteriorated through my teenage years and when I was 14 she committed suicide. The years leading up to her death are some of my most painful memories as I watched helplessly as the mother I loved turned into a drug addicted, vengeful monster one moment and an insatiable hypochndriac the next.