My. Mind. Races.

My mom, Diane, died when I was only 6, from cancer. This one event shaped much of who I'd become over the next 40-some years. Who knows how my life would have been different had this terrible disease not taken her from me? I consider it sometimes, but don't ponder too long. Frankly, if I'm being honest, I am happy with who I've become. Sure, I struggle with depression, anxiety and other mental issues that come with a less than ideal childhood. But I've come to learn to not only deal with them, b