My mom called me and said she was proud of me.

And that she couldn’t imagine what I’ve been through, but that she’s proud and that she knows it’s hard with my mental and physical health, but that I keep going.

She said she’s happy that I haven’t killed myself, despite going down those thought patterns.

The way that she said it. It was like… I felt understood by my mom for the first time. And maybe she always could understand me, but she was able to articulate it in a way that hit me, in a way that made me remember why I’m doing all of this.

I’m going to make sure no one has to suffer in my family. I’m going to keep going. I’ll never stop.

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