Giving Thanks

This year I have more to be thankful for than usual.  This year it was a possibility not only that I wouldn’t be here, but also that one of my cousins wouldn’t be here.  There was a possibility that I wouldn’t be able to walk.  But, I am here.  She is here.  I can walk.  Thanksgiving is going to be a much better holiday than Easter, which was spent in a hospital at the side of my cousin’s bed with a brought-in holiday meal.  I was still using a walker to get around.

I have so many people to thank for the fact that I made it through this spring mentally in tact.

• Paul, who came over several times a week and took me to the movies on the weekends when he could have been at the bars with everyone else.
• Andy, who is protective of me and always made sure that I felt included even if I couldn’t join in the fun.
• All the boys who agreed to move poker to my house so that I could play and see my friends even before I could walk very far.
• Sharokina who kept me motivated and gave me hope that there was a possibility of employment even for a bum who couldn’t leave her house.  Her constant support is a lot of what got me through the months when I was starting to recover faster mentally than physically.
• Chris for not changing how he treated me just because I was broken.
• Sid for calling me to make sure i was ok on a regular basis, even though he had a recovery of his own to work on.
• I know there are many, many more people who visited me, talked to me while I was drugged out and who have given me more than I could ever thank them for (Stacy, Susan, Dan, Bryan, Ayush, Adam, Amy, the rest of my family)

So, in conclusion, I am thankful.  For all the people who have made the recovery worth it and who continue to support me through all of my doubts, my neurosis (if you have seen me in a car on I57, I apologize), and my general odd ball self, thank you.  I love you all.