I didn’t plan on making this public. But since I brought her up — I want to be real about what happened.
My mom passed in January. It was fast. There wasn’t much time to prepare.
She wasn’t perfect, and neither was I. But we got each other. She believed in me even when I didn’t. She’d tell people I was a genius, a creator, someone who could do anything. I didn’t always believe it. But I tried to live up to it.
Some days I feel like I’m keeping it together just for her cat. And honestly? That might be enough.
I recorded this without knowing if I’d ever show it. But now it feels like part of the truth.
She didn’t deserve to go out like that. F*ck cancer.
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