I am grateful for my ability to love without being blinded by it. I am grateful for my sense of self, my vision of my goals, and my will to survive. I am grateful for the support system I have, especially when I know I was leaning so, so hard on them. I am grateful for my overwhelming compassion being met with equal amounts of pride and self-love. I am grateful for the moments I laughed out loud, reminiscing the beauty that is my life. I am grateful for the shenanigans; written, edited, and produced by myself. I am grateful for the doors that were slammed in my face, the lifelines that were severed, and the relationships that failed. I am grateful for the love I have found, the love I have lost, and love I have not yet met. I am grateful for my everlasting optimism and creative problem solving.
I am proud of myself for never losing sight of what I want and who I want to be. I am proud of myself for being able to recognize what was right or wrong for me; I am proud of myself for fighting until I received the things I wanted, and continuing to fight for the things I don’t yet have.
Wild Little Hare 