Dear Simone

Dear Simone,

I want to cry today and I probably need a hug. Instead of seeking that comfort from another person, I stuff my face with food.

I really miss you. I miss you being my voice of reason. I just try to think “WWSS” (what would Simone say?).

My doctor increased the medication today. That’s what I feel I need and was hoping for. But for some reason every time I look at the pills, one by one, before I take them, it signifies how “crazy” I am. 7 reasons to not like me, 7 things wrong with me.

At times like this I wish I had a mom. I mean, I do but you know, our relationship isn’t that great. She’s not the type of mom to nurture me or help me out. She helps my sisters but that’s it. I was never able to trust her or come to her with problems. I’m surrounded by women but not any I can trust. I think as a woman that’s very…sad. Unimaginable, to be rejected by your mom.

I hope you’re doing better than me.

Love,

BB