Day 163

Right after Mom died, I kept thinking that I couldn’t do this without her, the “this” being living in the world. She would’ve hated hearing me say that. She was always adamant that I would be okay when she was gone. As hard as it’s been, I’m still here, still living as best as I can and trying to build a life I’m proud of and one that my mom would have loved to see. 

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