I'd like to think that I can say everything for my daughter, and myself, and mental illness as eloquently or concisely or beautifully as anyone out there. That somehow my words are as strong or stronger or more effective than any other you might read. But that is simply not true. Our story is one of many. Many that we can relate to. Many that speak to us in words better than our own.
This morning I came across the perfect article online to share with friends she has lost due to her anxiety. Words similar to the ones she has shared with me. Words she has not been able to articulate so perfectly herself yet, but I know are in her heart. Words I needed to hear. So today I ask you to read this from The Mighty and think of those around you living with a level of anxiety that we will never understand. And don't walk away. Thank you!
Mom, Momma, Mother, Madre, foster mom, second mom, like-a-mom, adoptive mom, Mama P - call me what you like, I'll love you the same. My home is your home, and you belong here.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
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