I was 8 years old when it happened. To make matters about 20x worse she was pronounced DOA on 9-11-07. So, anytime something 9/11 is brought up, I cannot, anymore think anything about the national tragedy, now it’s become the day I lost my mom.
It’ll be 8 years this September.
I have a lot of iffy days during the week. I do not like doing things I don’t want to, but I always tell myself that I have to, and that my mom would want me to. I’m known for going to sleep really early. Ever since I was little, I’ve been this way. Now, it’s kinda the same, especially during the school week.
I NEED 7-8 hours to function, but do so much better with 10. So normally, after I finish my homework, shower, maybe watch a bit of TV, I go to bed. Whether I fall asleep while praying or scrolling thru tumblr, I can guarantee it’s earlier than most. I love pinning inspirational bible passages to also scroll through when I’m having a bad day.
I think because I lost her when I was so young, I’m still going through some tough times and figuring things out…
I attend a private high school and there I have one of my big role models that I’m blessed to be able to go to daily. He is my theology teacher, our faith formation director, and my basketball coach. I call him “Padre,” and that’s something that’s stuck. I can always use a pick me up during the day.
I always am very sensitive & shy in someways when it comes to the social aspect of things… Little things that people say, like “I hate my mom so much,” just rattle me.
It just stinks because I don’t remember much about my mom, and her parents refuse to be honest with me and tell me about her eating disorder. So like I said, it’s still putting pieces of the puzzle together.
