✮⋆˙ sometimes i remember when i lived out of a duffel bag and slept on an air mattress in my friend's room and every day was both exciting and scary bc i had nothing but all that and no idea what i was doing or where i was going and things were chaotic ~all the time~
✮⋆˙ then i relax into pure gratitude for the life i live now, i sleep in a bed, my own bed. i have someone patient and understanding and loving and fun and intellectually curious. i have a group of friends who i'm only kind of afraid of sometimes (and that's just regular anxiety, not like, abuse-pattern-awareness anxiety). i have a flexible routine i follow that changes with the seasons. i get to eat food and not freak out about it. the food i eat doesn't have to be stolen from the condiment section at convenience stores. and i reached a place where i finally escaped my family of origin for good.
✮⋆˙ wish i could go back in time and tell duffel bag-air mattress me that we made it 🖤








