Letting Go...
It has been three months and two weeks since we lost our mom. Friends have been comforting and loving. Most tell me to "keep the memories alive... think of the good times...". Little do they know, my childhood was difficult. I am trying so hard to think rational. My mom is not coming back. I will never see her, hug her, or talk with her. Leaving a "habit" of talking with mom everyday is like someone trying to quit smoking. The withdrawal is unpleasant. The emptiness, crying spells, depression is unbearable. Physically it has taken a toll on me too. The last three months I have been sick with something. My hair is falling out and I am breaking out like crazy. I truly believe in mind over matter . Changing the way we think... positive or negative WILL have an affect on our everyday lives. My childhood. ... although my mom tried her best at holidays, the time in between were very abusive and torture for the Lim children. If we were part of the world today ...