Day 2: A Mom is Sentence Too๐Ÿ˜”

Well day two is down as I marked with the orange marker on the calendar ๐Ÿ“†. I have decided to check the days off on my wall size calendar in my office. Last night was pretty hard, only heard his voice for about 5 seconds. He sounded ok, not his jovial self. I didn’t want to ask many questions, I know he has to be pretty tough back there. Lord that worries me so much, he has never been in this type of environment before. He said he did meet some black people back there, funny how Mexican men are so racist against black men. Hell do they realize they are being oppressed too. That just scares me to death. I was only able to get a few hours of sleep with the help of my sleeping meds, then I was up rest of the morning. Didn’t really want to work today, but knew I had to get off my ass. Laying around the house isn’t going to bring him home any faster. Besides I prayed to God to be working again, so I’m not going to let Him๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿพdown. I’m so glad I did, it took my mind off of my son and I managed to do some laughing with my client. So today was pretty good, got a glimpse of a couple of snow flurries and my son called this afternoon. We spoke a little longer this time and he explained to me how the procedures work back there. Man it’s like I’m doing the time with him. I wonder if the justice system really thinks about that, I mean not all of those people back there are hard core killers. You would think they would make it easier to see him. Oh well I’m constantly thinking of him, and really wish I could trade places. Until then I will keep praying for him, chat soon!

Ms. Fran

To My Son

Author: Amy R. Campbell

Oh, how the years go by,

Oh, how time can certainly fly.

From once just a thought in far away dreams,

now into my arms and in my eyes gleam

the presence of you.

Your laughter and smiles,

which go on for miles,

warm my heart and soul.

Youโ€™re growing up so fast,

as I wish each moment with you to forever last.

My little boy will someday be a man,

and right by your side I will forever stand.

I will pick up the pieces when you fall.

I will hold your hand and help you stand tall.

And when the day comes when you are on your own,

never feel that you are alone.

No matter how near or far apart,

I am always right there in your heart.

Always remember whatever you go through

that no matter what, I will always love you.


Published by Olivia B. Shepherd

Welcome, My name is Olivia Shepherd, and I am the founder of this awesome blog about depression and mental illness. I started this blog in 2016 after being diagnosed with Major Depression, Anxiety and PTSD. I didn't have anybody to talk too or share my feelings with, so I decided to share them publicly to help others. I'm passionate and dedicated to bringing awareness about mental health, especially in the African American community. I also want to empower your voice to speak up and fight the stigma surrounding this illness. Iโ€™m also the founder of AshesToBeauty Mentoring & Outreach, a virtual online service dedicated to to the positive development and accelerated recovery of girls and women who have experienced abuse and depression, Ashes To Beauty strives to empower women to take their lives back by providing life skill education, one-on-one mentorship and impactful personal tools by which these impacted women can build the foundation for a successful future. Look forward to having you read my blog, ๐“ž๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ช ๐“‘. ๐“ข๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“น๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ญ ๐Ÿ’‹

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