My mother suffered from mental illness until she committed suicide four years ago. Originally I didn't grieve for her because I had already lost my mom long before that. After four rough years I can see now all the things she did for me while I was growing up and I couldn't be more grateful. Unknowingly she allowed me to be able to have the dreams I do today and she influenced the person I am more than I ever thought she would. I just wish she could see who I've become.