Well, I have had my work cut out for me, this is for sure. If there is anything I hope the ones who read me take away from me, it’s that preventing the illness might be easier than reversing it – albeit – not always possible. So, if nothing else, I continue to hope that my writings reach those who need support and encouragement to never give up. Seriously, never, ever. Some days I wonder why I share so much. Have I just become entertainment, like an intense movie that helps people distract from their own lives? Am I so desperate to be loved that I will bare my soul to prove I am a worthy of breathing? Do I simply crave connection? Maybe a little of all of it? I will never be able to say for sure. But even if those were the reasons, aren’t they innocent? Don’t you, reading this, also crave love from time to time? Isn’t connection delicious especially after not having it for a while? Regardless of the reasons I vacillate, there is an unwavering truth that lives inside of me. I believ
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January 17th, 2012, 1:15pm - 11 years ago today my beautiful mother Geraldine Todesco Campbell departed from this life. She was a unique soul who had to navigate her way through a tumultuous and severe mental illness. This was exacerbated by my father's early departure at only 41 years young. Geraldine was funny, smart, intuitive, empathetic, big hearted, generous, hilarious, funny, funny, funny, did I mention funny as HELL? She was caring, wise, and when she was well was deeply remorseful of how her illness affected her three children. Recovering and healing from our childhood has been nearly impossible at times. My mother's schizoaffective disorder put me on a path where saving my own soul and learning how to navigate my own internal wounds had to be my priority. So this is what I have dedicated my life to. My commitment to healing and development gave my son a good childhood and ensured him a competant, reliable, and loving mother. It has given my friends and loved ones som