A visual interpretation of the poem by Mia Warren Cheong
Today is a good day...Thank God. I look at her, and marvel at her animation and wit. She cracks hilarious jokes. She jumps up and down. She's so beautiful. Today, she's THAT fun, carefree, cool person she is on her "good days". It's like she's a teenager, like me... and we can have lots of fun together! "Let's go on a road trip!" she tells us excitedly. "Bahala na kung saan! It's time to make happy memories again!" Yet...I have seen her, otherwise. I've seen her on her "bad days". . .
Growing up, I tried to make sense of it all... How can this amazing and laughing creature suddenly turn into a raging banshee of wrath and desperation? I've seen her scratch her face raw from anger, until welts rose on her smooth cheeks. I've heard her pleas not to leave her - ever... NEVER...Growing up, I've had the door slammed on my face many, many, many times.... and I would cry because I knew that behind the door, she'd be hurting herself.
But... today is one of those good days. Thank, God. I look at her and marvel at the achingly beautiful but confusing creature called my Mother...and I tell myself... might as well make the most of the good day. It’s time to make happy memories again... (Excerpt from Len’s diary whose mother Luna, was diagnosed years ago with Borderline Personality Disorder)