Like me and you.

Jan 20, 2006 18:10

So I'm coming to terms about some of my relationships. I'm realizing the actuality of my life and starting to feel like maybe I want to get better on my own, even without prompting from other people. That's not to say that I don't still need help from the people around me, but just that I think that I'm starting to get reason to do this apart from, "They say that it's the right thing to do."

I had such an interesting night last night. It pretty much consisted of freaking out, crying, freaking out some more, and then ended with being okay. When I finally managed to get myself up and venture out into the world (the living-room), I sat down and watched Amélie, which always makes me happier. I started to feel that sense of being "okay". I started to feel like, regardless of it all, I'll somehow come out okay.

Cue anxiety.

All I know for now, is that I've got an amazing support group. And, as my memory continues to return, I'm further reassured of the likelihood of my survival.

So here's the conclusion:
I'm in good hands. Even if it hurts, I'm in good hands. Nobody loves me like my family does. My real family. The family consisting of people like Matt, Sarah, Rae, Bob, Jeremy... ...the family that I've gained throughout the past year.

fam·i·ly (făm'-ə-lē, făm'-lē)
n. pl. fam·i·lies
Two or more people who share goals and values, have long-term commitments to one another, and reside usually in the same dwelling place.

- As Always -
Tucker

reminiscent, happiness, friends, family, own problems

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