I love my Friends

I am writing this after a really hard and complicated weekend. Some things are not happening while others are failing, and it is hard to find the drive to keep going when feeling like in quicksand.

I sometimes feel like I am not suited for what I do and as much as I am trying to live up to the rules I set myself (A Guide to Happiness), it is still not enough to rid me of these encombering sentiments.

So, I write this because of you, for you, my fellows. The ones there for me, listening to my rants. The ones embracing my organised messiness and my quite numerous breakdowns. The ones lifting me up and making me feel a little more than what I consider myself to be. The ones who check and worry about me. The ones I reach out to and those I am too embarrassed to burden. The ones I feed and those who do not want to be fed (even homemade waffles).

As I am writing, in the early hours of the morning, I feel really grateful. Am I better? Not really. Maybe not ever, but I know I am not alone, and that itself is already so much to me.

And who knows, maybe when all this becomes big, you’ll look at this and say, that you are the OG people, the real ones, that you mean something to me, that you’ll take credit for all of what I and will do because, without your support, I wouldn’t.

So to all of you thank you ❤️