I’ve been working hard to edit and update graphics on my older posts. I enjoyed writing this post about finding the small joys in life. I hope you enjoy it too!
It’s a very apt quote for my blog; actually, I have some first hand experience with this, and feel like sharing.
In middle school, a lot of things had been going wrong, my mother was bi-polar and manic depressive and the medication, and possibly her life in general, made her exceedingly violent. (You may or may not recall, being bi-polar wasn’t a clear diagnosis in the 80s and early 90s and figuring out medications that would work was hard.) My brother and I shared the brunt of this violence. His stories are his to tell but, a particularly vivid memory I have was when I was 10 or 11.
I was trying very hard to understand my math homework. I have never been quite good at math. My mother while disturbed, scored a 1400 on the SATs in her day and is very intelligent. She could not understand why I…
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