In real life, I know my mother loved me. I did not know that before. Now I can bolster my depression with “Mother loved me.” and know it’s not just something someone told me. I can feel myself being her, loving me and loving life. It makes sense. Part of my struggle was being confused by my adopted brother who had a lot of doubt and depression about the fact that his mother gave him up. But my mother loved him, too.
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Hmm. . .
Joy Is A Good Thing, It Helps From Feeling Depressed, Which Is Bad, Stay Happy Instead |||+||| 
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That’s good chordy. I know that you struggle a lot with your past so it’s good to hear a positive from you on it.
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success !! I hope you stay on a positive note about your upbringing…you think about it a lot.
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that’s really great =)
i hope you can keep up with the positive thoughts.
and it must have been hard for your adopted brother… at what age did he get adopted?
When he was a couple of months old.
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