On this day...

She completed.

On this day, 30 years ago, my mom committed suicide. It continues to amaze me how challenging a time this day can be for me, even after so many years have passed. What occurs and how it occurs can vary, but I always feel an intrinsic difference in me, at this time every year.

The cycle begins.

This year I lost sleep, endured massive headaches, became a consummate workaholic, restless, among other things. My hard-cookie but happy-go-lucky exterior was brittle.

Today, I'm taking stock.

Who am I and how do I define myself? Am I simply a suicide victim's daughter or am I a trailblazer? Do I re-live the past or create and shape the future?

Today, I realize only I can choose.

What will it be, chocolate or vanilla?

I am at cause of what happens now, and now, and now.
I have faith in God. I believe my dreams. I choose to live.

The Afterw@rd