I'm floating through life. I'm on auto-pilot. I do what is needed of me that is all. I clean. I cook. I do what is required of a mother and wife. My DEPRESSION and BPD had gotten me good this time. I don't know if it's the time of year or what but I can't seem to shake it as early as I would like to. It's difficult to understand if you never have or had DEPRESSION. It's difficult to explain as well. Does anyone know what I talking about???
This guy. What can I do I say about this wonderful man. I start by saying...Happy birthday, son. I can't express how blessed I am to have been chosen to be your mother. What a honor it is for me to raise such a fine human being. Thank you. I marvel at all you do and everything you have accomplished in the 22 years you've been.on this planet. School. Work. Friends. Family. You would take your own shirt off your back to help your fellow brother. I admire you for that. Your work ethic puts others to shame. Showing everyone that Autism isn't going to stand in your way. I stand all amazed by you. My hero. My love. My Son. Have the happiest of birthday my sweet boy. Forever and beyond ❤
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