The most celebrated gifts are daughters
BackstoryI lost my daughters to my husband when they were very young. I was alcoholic, suicidal and had lived a life full of anger and self-centered ideology. I was destructive and self-destructive and it wasn't until many years later I was diagnosed bipolar.
I hated that word! I decided that I was not going to let a diagnosis identify who I am. But it certainly explained alot about my life story documented by periods of anger, temper tantrums alternating with long monthsof melancholy.
I took medications prescribed for me, having to change drugs in the beginning for symptoms of hair loss, weight gain and extreme fatigue. During the period of readjusting to a life suddenly seeming so clear and coherent, I became a Mother to my girls.
I was able to practise the word forgiveness and humility in my life and to develop a working realationship with my ex-husband.
My daughters never stopped loving me. I wish our relationship was closer. I missed many milestones in their youth and I wasn't there when they were hurt.
Some things are still broken; thank God I am no longer one of them!