People say.

When they are little, people said they are all so different. And I said no they are all very much the same. As they grow you see that yes, they are different. Then people say oh you think its hard now just wait until they are teenagers. And I say okay but it's really hard right now. Then you have a teenager that is one of those teenagers and you understand. You understand, how someone you cherish with every breath, can bring so much grief and fear to every inch of your life.

So you push through it. Sometimes it gets better and you have hope.

You remember yourself in those days. You try so hard to understand.

You cry. You yearn. You hope some more. You take it one day at a time. Every week a relief to make it through seven more days of this hideous kind of pain without utter unravelling of yourself.