Yesterday (as it is officially yesterday now), I turned 22. It doesn't feel like much. It just feels like time went by really fast.
As is best for me to do when starting a new year of my life, I will list the things I'm happy about and very grateful for right now.
I'm grateful for Darrelyn and Victoria, who, although decades my elder, are just as young at heart as I am in actuality, but just as aged in years as I tend to act like. They have stood by me in all this time, even given my strange lifestyle choices and my off-key romances, and they still care for me and will stand by me until the end. There is no greater type of friend than that.
I'm grateful for my parents, who, even given my strangeness, bitterness, and all around psychosis, have always loved me and supported me and always will.
I'm grateful for Amanda, who has been my friend since freshman year of high school, and who will always be my most loved and cherished friend.
I'm grateful for my job, and my home, and my ability to keep my head above water, even if I do get hit with a few fierce waves.
I'm grateful for Alan, even though we will always have trying times because of who he is and who I am. Even though I've known him for such a short period, I feel like I have known him longer. I'm grateful for the time we spent together over Labor Day Weekend, I'm grateful for the Pike's Place Market and for the places we went together. I'm grateful for the way he makes me feel safe and loved, even when he's having second thoughts because of my age and place in life. I'm grateful that his fears aren't because I'm not good enough, but because he's scared of breaking me... none of the others had ever worried about that. I'm so very, very grateful for this relationship, even if it breaks some of my own rules ("will not relocate" being one of them).
I'm grateful for my other friends, my co workers, and the people who have been so helpful and supportive in the last year. Slai, Candy, Monie, Aywren, Jeff, even the people I barely know at VAA.. they have all been really kind to me, and I will alawys be grateful for that. Edwyn, for being a sneaky ninja in the background, showing me that yes, actually, there ARE people who are interested in what goes on in my life, even if they don't take an active role in it.
I'm even grateful for the bad things that have happened, because if they hadn't, I wouldn't have the strength to stand up to Alan's fears and say "I want this" with a clear conscience. I can't hold myself up anymore, but I can give everything I have to another, and through that I can gain my strength back. I am so very, very thankful to know I am needed and loved again. To know that this time, it isn't just me throwing love at a wall and having it rebound back at me.
This last year has been so very hurtful for me, but I realize I'm not the only one who has suffered. It has also been so good to me. I'm succeeding in my job (even if I may not be there long enough to get another promotion), I'm surviving at home, I'm holding on.
I'm thankful for the roses I've gotten - I've never gotten flowers before, and Alan has shown a startling amount of romance in sending me roses on two occassions - once just because, and then yesterday, on my birthday. I'm so grateful that he wants me with him, that he knows how messed up I am. that he is strong enough to push me to better myself, that he's willing to do what it takes to get me to the doctor about my epilepsy-esque twitches, about my insomnia, he's actually concerned about my life and health and wants me to be happy. Happy!
I'm so grateful that although I know moving will hurt her, Mom will support me as best she can, even with tears on her cheeks and sadness in her heart. I'm grateful that Dad is open-minded and loving and will support me in my choices as long as he's sure I am happy.
I have so much to regret, but I don't want to focus on that right now. I just want to focus on the things I should be happy about, and above are just a few, the most important, of the bunch.
Hell, I'm even thankful for my little blue Yoshi which I sleep with every night now, imagining I can still smell the Vic's VapoRub and disheveled scent that was Alan on those last days due to the cold we managed to catch. (Haha, I'm tempted to get a bottle of it just to smell to make me feel better). I'm thankful for the way his eyes change colors when he's thinking (silver) and when he's happy (a wonderful medium blue).
I'm thankful that I will one day be in a place where they understand what kind of person I am and won't turn me away for being "weird" or "disturbed". I'm thankful that for once, someone understands - really understands - my panic disorder, why I cut, why I suffer so much over so little. I'm so very, very thankful to have you in my life Ren'ai, you've been one of the best gifts I could have possibly received, even if you don't read this journal.
I am hurting right now. But I'm happy. Even under all the pain and the loneliness and missing him...
I'm happy.
Please, Gods, please, Lilith, please, Isis, let this last.
Please let this be the right choice this time.
Because Heaven knows I won't see it if it isn't.