Oof

Everyday I wake up to this thing, this creature, this absolutely adorable little creature.

- or hangouts, or even just putting together a snack box for myself and my partner. (Y'all fucking rock 💜)

I don't have as many as I used to, but im really grateful to have the few friends I do have.

If I wasn't loved, I wouldn't have the most amazing fiance to walk with for hours as I cry, who trys his absolute hardest to uplift and reassure me, even when it takes me forever to see it.

If I wasn't loved I wouldn't have friends who took me in during a rough time, or get me out to events, -

Despite not being able to, until reacently, the fact there's a fire inside that still yearns to create is wonderful. I'm hoping to continue filling this sketchbook.

It's easy to feel so alone, even when surrounded by others. As much as I do feel so isolated, people genuinely love me.

I am alive, strong one to start with but, im alive. Despite everything, I'm still here, I woke up again today. I'm happy and thankful for it.

I sketched for the first time in almost a year and a half! I filled 3 pages of a sketchbook the other day, and I've felt so proud.

Mooood