Microblog: Today is my mom's birthday. I can always remember it well because the date is 22.2. I felt sad only two times after she died, once when I arrived at my parents home and she wasn't there, and then again when I saw her in the casket. And today a bit as well. She was one of those people who was not compatible with the world because she refused to change and suffered the majority of her life because of it, combined and exacerbated with mental illness