It's my birthday

And I'll blog if I want to.

I'm 22 today. I miss my mom everyday, but especially today. I don't have a relationship with my father, and now that she's gone...it's like the whole reason I'm here is because of those people bringing me into the world 22 years ago. Back then they had no idea that they would break up, that my dad would devolve into alcoholism, that my mom would die when I was 18.

I've had 22 years of sadness and heartbreak, but also 22 years of happy times and precious memories. I won't take for granted that I will make it through another 22 years; I've learned better than that. But I hope that I will. I hope that someday in the future I can look back at the current me and marvel at how far I have come.

Most of all I hope that my mom is somewhere looking down on me today, and smiling.