I still think about the things you’ve said sometimes. They still inspire me to try and be better than I am. Your laugh still makes me smile, and sometimes your smile makes me cry. It doesn’t matter that I’ve never met you, or that I didn’t know everything about you. The story I did know still moved me all the same.
this post has been in the works for the past two days. It’s full of my experiences, my emotions, what I’ve struggled with, what I continue to deal with. I said so much, but there is still so much more I feel I could say. I ramble throughout, I got emotional writing parts, and it’s probably riddled with grammatical errors and odd sentence structure that would stick out like nails on the chalkboard to me any other day of the year. but most importantly, this post is completely honest. It’s only been a year. There are many more to come, and this complex struggle is only at it’s beginning… but what a journey we’ve had. I hope this post is somewhat therapeutic for people to read- it was extremely therapeutic for me to write it.