As I'm writing this, it's about 10:45pm on Sunday. Today was my 26th birthday. Today was the first birthday without either of my parents. I spent today with my chosen family. And I love them oh so dearly.
We went to church. We laughed. We headed to Tulsa to eat together. My wonderful friends David and Aaron jokingly fought over who was going to pay for my lunch. My sweet church mama Linda is planning a dinner for me next weekend. We all laughed as I sat on the saddle at Texas Roadhouse. The barista at Starbucks insisted that there was no way I was 26 and then bought me a cake pop. We came home and laughed and played video games all evening. I wished the most adorable birthday twin happy birthday. Seriously, Josalyn Murr is the cutest two year old ever.
They were the perfect distraction for today. They loved me today. They reminded me that they have and always will love me. They are the definition of a family.
25 was a rough year. Recovery was tough. Relapse happened. Suicide attempts happened. I buried my mom. But I survived it. I'm still here.
Another year has come and gone. And I'm glad to see it go. This last year taught me so much. But overall, I'm not sad to see it go.
Here's to 26. I pray that it's kinder to me than 25 was. I'm excited to see where it takes me. Where it takes us.
Thank you sweet friends, both at home and afar, for loving me today. You're beautiful. This story isn't finished. Will you keep writing it with me?
Much love to you tonight.
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Until next time,