This is a bitter post.
I can’t be on social media today. It’s too hard. It’s always too hard.
I just get bitter when I see all the people I know posting pictures of how they’re so lucky to have their mom.
All I can think is… yeah. Yeah you are.
Next year is going to be worse.
One of my explicit memories of my mom was when I was young and Mother’s Day fell on my birthday. My mom sat in the old, uncomfortable rocking chair we had and explained how excited she was to celebrate. I asked her why and she answered why my birthday was just so special that year. That it shows just how much we love each other.
One of the few memories I have.
Here’s to 21.
And here’s to probably not being sober next birthday.