Bipolar is real, drug abuse is real, and letting go of that burden of trying to be everything to everyone was freeing. You see, I had great parents, not perfect ones. They did their best and in the end I decided to choose love over hate. You see, there were so many things I could have hated my mother for, but what would she have done to me…be bitter, regretful, and angry. On my eighteenth birthday I decided to let go, to let it go. Loving my mother, despite her flaws, and always remembering that situations could be worse. But throughout life you encounter trials and tribulations, but nothing beats a trial like a testimony. I am living proof that no matter what your situation is, as long as you breathe you can try again. Also, be a better person than before. On my 18th birthday, I realized that I had grown humbly in that part of my life and that chapter was