As I was composing this sketch, the emotions that it portraded to me varied between stress, anger, and manic all as the lines grew into the paper.
My relationship with my mom has not always been great. I’ve yelled in her face, she’s yelled in mine, we’ve been up and downs. Throughout my life my mom has been everyone and no one to me at the same time. My dad was scarce in my life, meaning that my mom took over raising me and my siblings. That kind of responsibility would make anyone go crazy, but it made my mom who she is today, a crazy caring manic depressed amazing person that is my best friend and favorite person in the world.