My mother had an accident when I was ten and from then I was 'raised' by the mentally ill person she became. My life since then became a journey through the mud and the muck of her insanity which I have trudged through with diligence. I have been lost in the swamps of her insanity and at times I sank. I am on the bank and I have found myself and an amazing steadfastness which suprises even me. I'll always hurt, but I hurt less and less each day, as I grow out of my (her) past. From this day forward I am and will be all the things my mom's illness taught me not to be, healthy, confident, intelligent, strong, ambitious, driven, peaceful, kind, accepting, loving, hopeful. I don't see her eyes in the mirror any more, staring at me like a rabid dog. I have finally made them mine, expressing beauty and wisdom. Most important, I AM NOT ASHAMED of her or this experience that makes me the person I am today.
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