As I write this, I am sitting in the car with my significant other. I'm continuously thinking about my mom and for some reason little things are triggering flashbacks to my mom. I hold back my tears and I breathe through the anxiety, the depression and tell myself to hold on. Having my significant other by my side has helped a great deal because she too, has lost her mom. My heart hurts so much but I know I am strong. Thirteen years is a long time to be without a mother to guide, to give advice but somehow, I am making it through each and every day. I miss her so much. One day I will be reunited with her.
