I just thought about something. Today as I realized I’m gonna be 29 this month. I realized. Life can be short and life can change at a moment in time. So can death change you and who you are when you lost as many family members me. I go to the graveyard hearing old songs of the gospel in the deep south it’s deep. But the best I can say is. Live your life they would have wanted you to live yours. I love my life and who I am. And my mental illness I love it as apart of me I’m not ashamed of it having a mental illness and all of that stuff happen to me when I was little girl. And chose to live my life and. Never give up on it my decisions on my depression or my bi polar personality disorder. I’m living with it each and everyday and night. It affects me in ways you won’t understand I can’t sleep at night. And so much more. We all have to live life and who we are and who we love just like I love me and my girlfriend

We both have mental illness and so much more it won’t stop us at all