If I’d known about the mental illness

If I’d known, I’d turn to drink.

If I’d known your mom would die

If I’d known at thirty-five you would still be traumatized

If I’d known any of this, you wouldn’t be here

I wouldn’t have a daughter

If I’d known

I’m glad I didn’t

“I’ve noticed in my life that the people who act as my angels

are not some strange angelic creatures that seem almost

untouchable but more real than that. They are people who have tasted sorrow,

who have felt pain, and in a way that makes them capable of being an angel. In their darkest moments they have become strong.”

Hippie, Snowflake Obsidian: Memoir of a Cutter