My Lavender Mom
As I write about my journey through bipolar, I rarely speak about my mom. I do not speak about her because talking about her is sharing things that she may not want shared so I am going to be careful to only talk about it from my feelings and my point of view because I truly can't speak of her feelings. The most important thing in all of this is that I love my mom. But we are different, very different. My mom and I hardly agree and I wouldn't say see things as different as black and white but it is more like we see things like fuchsia and lavender. I see things bright like fuchsia and I need to live life to the fullest and seize the moment. My mom is more calm like lavender and planning for the future and being prepared for what comes in from every angle. I could learn to be more like her because my mom has never been unprepared for an emergency. The thing is, she could probably learn to have a little fun from me, too. No, I am not sayin...