…uidance of functioning parents. Proud of her for staying alive when I’m sure she didn’t want to be. Proud of her for always making me feel loved even when she probably never felt that way herself. Proud of her for not giving up. Proud of her for interviewing at the 99 Cent Store.
I cried last night because even though I don’t want to, I see myself in my mother. I see the other side of what I could have been. I see what happens in a life without love and supportive family. I see what becomes of not having self worth. I see the end result of someone who has been used by so many and has been helped by none.