Months ago, my dad found my medical records, and from them I learned that since infancy, doctors told my mom I needed treatment for anemia. She hid the papers and told no one. It probably had more to do with her mental illness than spite, but who knows.
Doesn�t matter. I�m an adult and now taking the prescription that would have cured anemia if taken sooner, but, better late than never. The fatigue and fainting I accepted as normal, is gone. I'm allowed to see my dad now, and we�re besties. I'm reborn. Mommy, I love you, and I forgive you, but martyrdom is no future. I have to live.
Being a grown-up becomes awesomer by the day because I will it to. Tiny upgrades, new jaw dropping hip snapping bellydance movements to learn, a new season no one has ever seen before. I can�t wait for tomorrow, next week, next year. I�m a grown up. I�m a woman! Hear me roar.
Happy Aztec New Year.
3:27 p.m. - 2009-04-01