Happy Mother's Day. And if your mother is locked up, deported, or dead, I have no pity for you, and you shouldn't have any either.
Be grateful for your pain–the universe doesn't owe you anything. Better to channel your pain toward uplifting and galvanizing your spirit, than to dwell in it and decay into something as utterly useless and narcissistic as self-pity.
Coat your heart with molten metal and learn to walk through the fire–when you open your eyes and look back, you'll see the blackened ashes of your inner demons, smoldering in erratic piles on the floor–charred into oblivion.
Amor fati, motherfuckers.