I have spent most of my life being the funny girl, finding humor in most things and trying my best to make people laugh. But, truth be told, I'm not sure I was born funny. My humor, I believe, is the direct result of growing up with a mother who was mentally ill-- a mother with Borderline Personality Disorder; a mother who was always sad and could never find contentment.
Although I spent many years in therapy discussing my experiences with my mother and have had my negative thoughts and feeling about her, I find myself now striving to see how many of the less than pleasant interactions I had with her actually helped shape the person I am today, with an oddly positive result -- like my wacky sense of humor.
This blog is being created to let others hear my voice regarding my relationship with my mother and my never ending attempt to put a positive spin on almost every ash that came from her fire.
And we all do this, don't we? We all salvage things from the fire, from the bridges we burn, the battles we fight, and the moments that break our hearts. So, maybe on some level, you will be able to relate.
While I will be speaking of someone who is mentally ill, I will attempt to be kind and understanding and it is never my intention to insult any person with mental illness. However, I am telling my story and giving the view from here.
I am currently working on my first entry, and I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read them.
