Bittersweet;

My mother came into my room and shut the door behind her. My first thought: Shit, she's angry at me. But it was the opposite. She pulled me into a hug. She thanked me for caring about her. And told me she's proud to have me as a daughter and I'm a great person. It made me feel good. Made me tear up a bit.

Things are going to be okay. I've got to keep believing that.

Life just seems bittersweet right now. Like I'm extremely happy with where I am, yet extremely stressed and a little sad.

All I know is, I'm happy with who I am. Who I have become. I've changed for the better. I'm mature. And I've really invented myself into a finishing product that doesn't disappoint. At least, doesn't disappoint myself. And that's what matters the most.