personal recommendation:

"His Bright Light" - by Danielle Steel.

a beautiful story about a mother who lost her son to bipolar disease,or manic depression as it is more commonly known as.may parents find the strength and the incredible love to deal with incapabilities as these...and may God bless those that suffer from it with His Holy healing Touch.Amen.

as i read this book i realize more n more, how strong and sensitive a woman must be...how lovely our mothers are, and how often we misunderstand them and never let them know and feel how precious they are, how we would not survive an inch of any existence without them. that we do more sin by hurting them than stealing from a person. because we kill their spirit in every way that we are rude to them. because they have a right to expect more from us than anyone else because even though the umblical cord was cut at our births, we, as a person, are a part of our mother.

please dont be rude to ur mommies. she loves u so much, that she will never tell you. but u will always feel it. i have sworn, for the better of me, never to be rude to her, a promise i will keep unknown to her, but i know she will sense it.

and may we realise how gifted we are when someone cares for us... to not throw it away for ego, vanity, foolish pride and idealistic principles. for life is short. so bloody short, and so damn fickle. whoosh! before u know it, someone could have run over your loved one. is it gonna take that for you to realise how much you loved him/her?

days are flying by like the revolutions of a giant wheel...we cant stop this life from turning us over every once in a while...and as i feel genuinely getting older with every passing sunrise before i open my eyes to it, i wish it'd not waste away this way in nothingness and empty silences... Wish i could just give it all to you my Precious rainbow-child, butterfly-man, and pass away in a flash leaving you all its brilliance and happiness.

before i get any older, before my spirit sags more with the weight of meaningless, soul-less diurnal activities, take away my youth Dearest. and after it has passed, cast me into any judgment you want to. but not now...please not now... not anymore...jus take my love...let it wash over your feet atleast like ocean breaks into a gentle surf at ur feet my love...

take my love...make it yours, for it belongs to You.