Here is one Postsecret that is not true for me:
I love you, Mum. I miss you.
I wish I could not be hurting for knowing that it pains you to see me in such a state. I'll try to get through this in one piece so I don't add to your ouches.
At least I know that even if I'm going through my own personal hell for the next four days, it means I get to see you and Da and the little old-man pug and my friends back home soon. To get through this, I'm going to need a lot of Mother Hugs and SQUIOOSHING in the future.
(I don't often have 'I miss my mother' posts, so here is one. Also trying to put a more positive spin somewhere while my fears are trying to block the lights. But I need to get home to my mummy, and that means passing these silly little exams!)
"It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues."
[W. H. Davies]