thank you to all those
who let me sleep on your couches/floors/beds
who pray for me
who put up with my irrationality
who make sure i eat
who see me and know i'm not okay, but don't pressure me talk
who let me cry because they know that's the way to heal
who understand that i need a friend even when i can't recognize it
who give me motivation to greet the day
who let me know that i'm appreciated
who like me just the way i am, with all my flaws and inconsistencies
who take care of me when i don't ask for it, i think God must have asked them to be there.
thank you for seeing me
for sitting with me
for holding my hand
for picking me up at 1 in the morning
for making me laugh so hard that it hurts
thank you for being there.
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