It's ok not to be ok

Dear Mom,

     I miss you so much. So much that it hurts, so much that I try not to think about it, because I know it will only hurt more. It would be a huge understatement to say that I wish you were here. Not just with me, but seeing what I've been doing, what I'm fighting for. I want you to be proud of me and happy for the things I have accomplished.

     No it hasn't been easy but I think if you were here by my side... It wouldn't be as hard.

     I wnt to see you face again, Mom, hear your laughter, I missed the way you worried sick about me. The way that even though life was so hard on you, you stayed strong, and you cried when you needed to. And that's when you were the strongest. 

I am here surrounded by people that share my pain of your condition, but they don't understand what I'm going through exactly. Because I am your daughter and even though we didn't talk much, we understood each other PERFECTLY. Words weren't needed, actions were dismissed.

                                           I love you Mom, and I always will. I just hope you get better soon.

                                                                   Love, Always and Forever,

                                                                                      Your Daughter.