Happy Birthday, Robin.

Four days ago would have been Robin's birthday.

 

Robin was a friend of my mother's who was in my life from the day I was born until day she took her own life. The years have passed since her suicide, but I find myself thinking of her almost daily. I see a lot of Robin in myself and it worries me sometimes that I will go the same way she did. Alone with a bottle of pills. I'm socially awkward with a decent front of shy. I have low self esteem and often wonder what the people who have claimed me as a friend get out of the relationship. Over the years I have gotten amazing at pretending that nothing is wrong, that life is amazing. Hiding the lows and focusing on the highs.

 

This is all fairly depressing, but sometimes you just need to put it out there.

 

Rest in peace, Robin. I will always remember you, I will always miss you.