She slipped away. It happened so quickly. I had just seen her earlier that day, I knew it would happen. I prayed it wouldn't. But it did.

My mom was my best friend. I told her everything. She helped me through so much.

One June day she had a heart attack, twenty four hours later she had a stroke. At that moment, everything changed. She would go on fighting for 2 years. I think she got tired and didn't want to suffer anymore. One quiet night in July she slipped away. And once again, in that moment everything changed.

Seven years ago a Dr. saved my life.

Mental illness is hard. It hurts. You get overwhelmed easily. I was out of control and he helped me through one of the hardest times in my life.

It took me two of the last seven years to come to terms with the fact that I needed the meds I'm on. I need to be in therapy. I need to find a new me.

It's not easy. It's a daily battle within myself. I work hard to hopefully never be in that dark place again. I have came to terms with the new me.