Hookah, Smookah!

I remember my mother and I arguing. We never got a long. So, we were always, fighting (yeah, fist feet, whatever)

She had called me a Crack Head (I was) while she was drinking beer and smoking weed!

I’m like, what a hypocrite.

Like those who judge from the Pew.

Or through the glare of their eyes, from the tips of their noses.

My dad was the only man in my life, I knew I could trust and Never judged me.

I attribute much of my character to him. And recently recognizing that my mother too, contributed to my qualities. Unfortunately, it was by way of mental illness.


I’m secure in my relationship with the man upstairs.

I have no secrets from him.

Sniff sniff, Puff puff!!!

Author: My Life with mental illness

I have dealt with depression, most of my life and I've tried different antidepressant. With the right diagnosis and med mix, I have lost 40 pounds. And I am managing, my mental illnesses.

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