Motherless Mother’s Day


My mom was a victim of suicide in 2011 when I was 10 years old. I believe it’s the event that kickstarted my depression.

I’m 17 now, doing great mental health wise. Even though I rarely think of her, every Mother’s Day is a little bit more heavy than any other day. Her name was Renee Marie Wasmund and she was really beautiful and funny and gave great hugs.

If any of you are in a similar situation, I promise it’ll get better. I believe in you.