Hear ye, hear ye. This is ACTUALLY going to be a happy post. I was laying in acupuncture this morning and started thinking about how fucking lucky I am to have the support system I do.
My parents are incredible. My mom has always been my biggest supporter. She tried for years to come up with anything and everything that could possibly help my depression. Most of the stuff she found was absolutely insane, but she never gave up on me. It took some time, but my dad actually asks how I’m feeling. It may not seem like a lot, but it’s the greatest to see his texts pop up and know he’s thinking about me. I know how lucky I am to have the family I have. Between them and my siblings, I couldn’t be happier with our family dynamic. We’re so weird and so inappropriate, but we’re closer than close. It’s definitely something I’ve taken for granted, especially after hearing the kind of lives that others have to deal with.
I also couldn’t ask for better friends. Quality over quantity at its core. My best friend is actually the world’s best. I truly believe she would drop almost anything to be there if I needed it. In fact, I’m pretty sure she has. They all have. My friends have become family. Some are new, some are old, but the great ones have stuck around. In the constantly repeated words of DJ Khaled, #BLESSED.
So I guess I’m kinda lucky.
We all koke Ake.