As the anniversary of my Mom’s passing nears, it has been weighing on me. I hate to show that side. I’ve always equaled it to weakness. I don’t anymore. It’s human. We cannot be jovial all of the time. Thinking that I always have to present myself as being okay is bullshit. It’s okay to not be okay. Feel what I feel, get it out and then pick my ass up and get on with it.