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My 100th blog entry was dedicated to "L", and I thought that I'd give you some background as to how the poem came about.

"L" is the sweet daughter of a lady I know. "L" is a spritely child, about fifteen in age, but maybe sixteen now. Anyhow, "L" is the zaniest kid I have ever met, she dresses in wild, flashy clothes that combine several styles that are often seen out there at any given shopping mall. She never goes with the crowd, but always blazes her own trail, in whatever she does.

"L" is as smart as a whip in school, and is a little gymnist. When she walks, she walks with almost a dancelike step, seemingly without a care in the world, and is always laughing. But "L" has a very dark side. She claims that she hates herself, which seems like an oxymoron, when you view her going through her merry path in life. But apparently it is true, and I have written a poem in my blog (entry #25) about the relationship between her and her mother.

I don't know the whole history, and it is indeed none of my business, but her mother is kind of trying to live a life that she 'should have had' through her daughter. That is, in a nutshell, part of the problem, as "L" is "L", not a mini version of her mother. She tries to fit the mold her mother has made for her, but it is nearly impossible, so sometimes her dark side takes over.....

.... and she winds up in the hospital, having cut herself so bad that she needed hospitalization.

Well, without going on and on, what happened was that I got a call saying that "L" was hospitalized once again (I'd go visit her, like I have in the past, and her mother knows this). She tried to kill herself.

After posting my dedication poem, I carried on with my day, and I did go and see her. She is doing fair right now, and is in the care of the psychiatric people at the hospital. I pray that they can unwind the things that make her feel that that is the only way to go. She is young and cannot see the big picture, that despite the fact that she may not be living up to her mother's hopes and dreams, that she is a valuable little person, and that people DO and WILL love her for just being the delightful "L" that she is inside.

I don't judge her mother, as the woman thinks that she is doing all the right things, and it is truly a sad situation. But the hospital will deal with the whole picture, I would hope, and that help will be made available for the poor mother trying to handle a daughter who tries so hard. I really do feel for the mother, too. Quite a mess, but it is being handled...

Well, thats all I wanted to say, except that I am glad that B is back amongst us.

Cheers till next time,
K♥z