My mum and me.
Our relationships come so far.
A few years back we were like strangers.
We didn't know what to say to each other.
Both treading on eggshells.
Being around her made me full of anxiety.
I couldn't share anything with her.
Now I can pretty much open.
About anything.
I enjoy the time I spend with her.
And she understands how I act isn't always me.
She gets I struggle with my mental health.
And she accepts that.
Tries to help in anyway she can.
Whilst still allowing me to be independent.
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