I've often wondered if the psychological abuse I think I suffered as a child didn't have something to do with my dysthymia (depression) later. I know my mom was worried about my mental health and I was aware of something being not right as a youth. But eventually it's just a footnote in my own history/recovery; many problems as years went by were the result of my own mistakes. I have to take responsibility for where I am now, even though I can understand that my mental illness has played a huge role in my choices over the years. Thankfully God is slowly showing me the right path (through such things as medication and counseling). But it seems so painfully slow.