Heartspaces

Dear Mom,

I hope you know everything I do is a reflection of who you made me. I’m still the little girl who learned from your example how to hold on to hope. Even (especially) when so many others might have given up, you never did.

When you want to prove to the world that you are what you grew up with:

There was nothing that I wouldn’t do to make my mother proud of me once again. I had behaved irrationally with her and had made her cry so much. I hated myself for doing this. I am going to carry this sadness in my heart for as long as I will live that I made my mother cry silently for months. It was only because of her devotion and her prayers that I miraculously came out of this hellish addiction.

I was hooked to drugs and was going nowhere:

When my grades started dwindling, mom came into my room to check one day when I was out and she found drugs in my drawers. She confronted me as soon as I was back and I was so shocked that I didn’t know how to react. I know I have not behaved well with her but it was all the effect of the addiction on me.

Finally, I could salvage myself and come out of it. I have started trading in binary options to make myself worthwhile again. a trading software called the bitcoin loophole has come to my rescue and is helping me earn decently, enough to make our ends meet.

I have even written a bitcoin loophole review along with the story of how I fought addiction with the help of my darling mother. Do read it. Last heard was that the account has inspired many others who are also fighting their way out of the deadly world of drugs.

You taught me how to find myself when I think everything is lost.

You taught me how to be kind, how to be compassionate, how to share what’s in my heart, how to be strong, how to love. Really love. You taught me not to waiver in my convictions, even when it’s hard.

You’ve always made me feel like I can do anything.

So Mom, this one’s for you. I may not succeed, but I will give everything, everything I have to make you proud of the little girl you raised and the woman I’ve become.

I love you so much.

Stacey Bea


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