things are good

I’m always quick to write about my tragedies, but why don’t I let you know how my day or my week has been?

I stopped taking my medication about three weeks ago… I was feeling like I didn’t need them anymore. I wasn’t having those suicidal thoughts or thoughts like my existence didn’t matter. I will never forget what my doctor said to me “maybe you aren’t psychotic, maybe your surroundings are” & I’ve held onto it. I speak it every day. My life has taken a traumatizing turn but despite the condition of the shell of the situation the inside is beautiful. I have found friends. I have found a home, without a real address. I have found peace in the most un peaceful situation. But let me tell y’all the STRUGGLE has brung four complete strangers and made a beautiful little thing in my life. I damn sure wish my kids could be included because they would be so loved and spoiled. In the past month I have smiled so much and I have been able to be appreciative of the little things. I was blessed when I lost that house I really was. Instead of letting myself fall apart I’ve let myself fall in love with knowing this is all temporary and shit could just simply be worse. I found love and friendship in the middle of my hardship and I am just so fucking humble. Love y’all thanks for letting me share