I really don't think I would've made it through the past year of my life without the support I've had. Some moments really stand out. My sister taking me to a concert to not only hear live, but sing all the sad songs I'd been crying to those past 6 months at the top of my lungs. Listening to all those weepy phone calls, all those bad times, and celebrating all the good with the same tenacity. A true sun to my moon.
Making new friends that love my chlld like their own, treat me like a woman outside of a mother, and keep me going every single day. Knowing I can always count on them when things start to slip. That I can be myself always, even when its ugly; never feeling like a burden. Em, I know you'll read this you little lurker and I fucking adore you guys, you froggy babe.
My entire family rallying round to help me decorate and fix up my house, and help me feel comfortable in this new lonely chapter of my life. Always foxing things when they break or doing the heavy lifting. They make sure I feel a lot less alone than I thought I would.
Always having doors open to us for company or a phone to ring at night. I'll never be more grateful for the people I have. I still have dark nights, but thankfully I have a lot of fucking stars in my life 🖤
