13 Years Ago ...

It's been 13 years.

I was two and a half months into my eighteenth year when my mom passed. It was the most painful thing ever and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.  The depression was so debilitating that I almost succumbed ... on multiple occasions.

But I pushed through and I'm better for it.

I miss my mom, all the time..  But I know that if she were still alive ... I wouldn't be the person I am today.  I wouldn't have all these amazing friends and be on this amazing journey of self discovery.

So I guess ... Thanks, Mom ... for getting me to exactly where I needed to be.