Watching: My Mom Go Black

She turned her head slowly. For one second—just one—I saw a flicker of cobalt blue in her iris. A tiny, stubborn pixel of the woman who taught me how to name every color in the crayon box.

As I reflect on my journey with my mom, I am reminded of the power of love and support. It's a powerful thing, a beautiful thing, and a necessary thing. When someone we love is struggling with their mental health, it's easy to feel like we're losing them. But with love, support, and understanding, we can help them find their way back. Watching My Mom Go Black

As I did, I discovered a deeper sense of love and connection with my mom. I discovered a sense of gratitude for the time we had together, and a sense of awe for the woman she had become. I discovered a sense of pride in her strength, her resilience, and her courage. She turned her head slowly

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Keep fighting, keep pushing, and know that there is hope. There is a way forward, even when it seems like there isn't. And there is love, always love.