Back then, newly sick and with the fear of a mental illness diagnosis looming over my head, there were few things that brought me comfort.
One that was the most strong was her love
and her continued fight
to get me back to well.
There were so many tears back then. But we were able to smile when we were together for pictures, even if it sometimes felt forced. Behind the smiles there was silent suffering.
No matter what, she never stopped trying to comfort me. To ease my pain. To take the hurt away from her baby, her firstborn.
She will always bring me comfort in times of sadness. She’s my mom.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.
I love you with all my heart.