I’m thankful that I’ve learned to respect myself by cutting
out toxic people who are bad for my mental health.
I’m thankful for all the setbacks, the less-than-ideal jobs,
the rejections. Negative news and situations are always hard to fathom, but I
trust that I am being directed to the right place.
I’m thankful for the rude, entitled people that I sometimes
have to interact with for teaching me how NOT to act or treat others.
I am thankful for my self-therapy. Sometimes my eating
disorder sneaks back up on me as a coping mechanism in times of distress or
pain. I use it to gain control over my life. THEN I realize that is not coping-
it is self-harm. And I go back to my real activities that make me happy:
playing an instrument to soothe myself, or taking a run to clear my mind. I’m
thankful that I can acknowledge what is healthy for me.
I’m thankful for my friends and family who do not sugar coat
anything. I love when people can be honest and realistic, but not hurtful.
2014 has been the year of the friend. I think that’s because
my friends and I have finally reached the age that sometimes family members
don’t understand our problems because of generational differences. I love that
I have found so many friends from differing backgrounds that do not judge; they
only support.
I’m thankful for the hardships in recent years that have
revealed my true friends. Thanks to that, I no longer need to waste time or
energy on people who do not care.
I had so many friends, near and far, cheer for me during the
marathon. They celebrated with me in spirit. I had friends, near and far, cry
with me when Papaw died. Some of these friends didn’t even know him. But
because they love me, they felt my pain too. Those are the best friends.
I’m thankful for the friends that I consider my brothers and
sisters.
I am thankful for my siblings. In my life, I’ve questioned a
lot of things regarding my family life. But I’ve never questioned how much I
love my siblings. I know they look up to me, so I think twice when making
decisions. They make me a better person.
I’m thankful for my cousins that could easily be my
siblings. Cousins are great. Mine are at least. I’m so grateful for their
loyalty.
I’m thankful for my high school teachers that I still
continue to teach me and help me grow. I still have relationships with my
music, theater and English teachers. I’ve actually shared with them some of my
most private pieces of writing that I’ve never shared with anyone else. That is
how much I trust and respect them.
I’m thankful for the Knowlton School of Architecture and The
Ohio State University. These institutions have given me some of my best and
weirdest friends a girl could ever ask for.
I’m thankful for my Uncle Ray (“Gunkle”) who has had to
break a lot of bad news to me in my life. He was the one to tell me that Ethan
needed heart surgery, that Papaw had cancer; that Papaw had days left to live;
that Papaw had died. Every time he had to deliver this heart wrenching news, he
cried with me. I really appreciate that. He never pretended that it didn’t hurt
or that it was going to be okay. He acknowledged with his tears that he is
hurting too and that we can hurt together.
I’m thankful for my Mamaw. When I come home, she makes me
food, does my laundry, buys me random necessities. I don’t need her to do
that. But that’s exactly what Mamaws are for, and she does it perfectly. She
also fills the roles that I do need. She listens to me cry, whether that is
over the phone or at the dining room table. (And that can’t be a pleasant job. I
am such an ugly crier.) Mamaw is definitely one of my best friends.
Finally, I’m thankful for the time I had with Papaw.
Twenty-three years was not enough for me, but I’m grateful for what I did get. He
taught me how to face life with laughter. Thanks to him, from now on, whatever
I do, I will do it with all my heart. He would not want me to wallow in self-pity.
He never did that, even when he was dying. Even though my heart aches every
day, I am taking the steps I need to live a happier and healthier life. I am
thankful for his motivation.
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