This is a letter written from a good friend/son to his mother who has just gotten out of rehab.
He first recounts on the ways she first tried to fill her emptiness (with friends, with lethargy, with yoga), but to no avail.
He then describes her experience in the hospital, a time to fix her head. She never imagined herself ending up in a rehab center, so every time she sees her reflection she can't decide to cry or laugh.
He'd heard her say many times that she just wants a normal day without snorting lines of this stuff and getting the bags under her eyes. She still dreams of falling in love.
Very few people on the outside offered her sympathy. And he apologizes for having these thoughts back then, but never extending to her any comfort. He recommends concentrating on receiving the light rather than concentrating on fending off darkness.
This is a letter written from a good friend/son to his mother who has just gotten out of rehab.
He first recounts on the ways she first tried to fill her emptiness (with friends, with lethargy, with yoga), but to no avail.
He then describes her experience in the hospital, a time to fix her head. She never imagined herself ending up in a rehab center, so every time she sees her reflection she can't decide to cry or laugh.
He'd heard her say many times that she just wants a normal day without snorting lines of this stuff and getting the bags under her eyes. She still dreams of falling in love.
Very few people on the outside offered her sympathy. And he apologizes for having these thoughts back then, but never extending to her any comfort. He recommends concentrating on receiving the light rather than concentrating on fending off darkness.