I think the hardest part of losing my mom was learning to be my own mother. I have learned how to comfort myself and support myself. I have learned to dry my own tears and pat myself on the back. I have learned that small accomplishments deserve smiles and small failures do not deserve (many) tears.
I have learned that I need to have my own back. The person I would come home upset to is myself, and I needed to learn how to take care of myself. At the end of the day, the only person I have is myself. Losing my mom taught me that very difficult lesson that I am still coming to terms with today.
At the end of the day, I have to remind myself that nothing is too big of a deal. I’ve already dealt with a shitload of problems (that could’ve ideally been more spread out instead of in the span of 3 years), so honestly. I just have to tell myself that I will be okay. I have dealt with worse. And I will be okay.