Submitted by KatieV on November 20, 2007
Everyday I am reminded that life is precious and so are the people in it. At the time when rebellion was clearly taking residence in the forefront of my life, I was awakened to the fact that what seemed to be untouchable can truly transpire. On a beautiful afternoon, the doctor’s diagnosed my mother manic depressive giving me the slim probability of hope and a greater expectation of none, like the slamming down of the gabble. At the moment of her diagnosis I was overwhelmed with a mixture of feelings that at the time I couldn’t verbalize. This silence begot a despondency that provoked an early embracing of bringing forth an extension of me. In this terrifying journey that was set...
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