who i am now.

my mother's illness is a part of me. i have my good weeks of coping, and my bad weeks. the good weeks usually consist of visits with friends, cleaning the house, and keeping in touch with family. the bad weeks usually consist of staying in bed for my entire weekend, hating myself and my lonely little life, and crying in public when i start to listen to certain songs on my ipod.

this was a bad week. perhaps thats where the blog idea came from.