This year has tested me in ways I would never imagined possible.
I thought I was a lot stronger but boy, oh boy, has my strength been tested in forms I too, never imagined possible.
There were dark days that was a like war filled with mayhem, there were inside screams and constant outburst, my life wasn’t all-put-together- as I had come across. I was falling a part some some days I still do.
The irony of what I thought was a support structure, had completely changed my perspective, the people I thought would never understand, or love me the way I am, had chosen to love the imperfect me, perfectly and it had overwhelmed me and given me a sense of hope and encouragement that is simply not easy to come by.
I am thankful for My parents, who through their own struggles, help me constantly fight my demons, help me get the best care and remind me DAILY that I am deserving and powerful beyond but most importantly that I am loved.
How can I not feel fuckin’ loved or fuckin’ blessed?