4 years ago today, my birth-mom died. Her whole life was so sad and scary, and the mental disability she had made other people’s lives much sadder than they needed to be too. And I loved her so so much.
Every year on 7/27 I remember her in as many different ways as I can – because I love her – and because there are thousands of people in our country, living life just as ignored and unloved by their countrymen for illnesses they didn’t choose and didn’t want.
Look out for childish things today that still make you smile – butterflies, stars, blue glitter, and red Christmas bows – and remember someone with a severe mental illness.
