The year started a nightmare for me. First five days and I was already immersed in some deep shit. The previous year closed with an ex understandably incensed by me, which all makes sense for the asshole I was. I still sometimes, am.
It's been six months since then and the following has happened to me:
I left the sunken place, disentangling myself from that monster called depression that wound itself around me all of last year.
School set me free, and I paid out my phone and my guts as a penance for that as those dirty bastards put the gun on me and asked for all I had. Came out alive. I'm grateful.
Volunteered for TEDx and made history.
Got published and another entry got accepted.
Started a job I am now hopelessly in love with even though it takes a chunk of my heart along with every sick baby I meet who is fighting to stay alive in a world people are killing themselves off of.
I met miracle, baby girl who came to the world a tad too early and had to fight for life. Loved Miracle. Rooted for her. But Miracle could not fight for long. I lost another friend and I can't even cry.
For the friends I have I'm grateful. For the love of my life I'm grateful. For my sisters and my parents I'm grateful. For all of my family I'm grateful. For all my colleagues at TBHI I'm grateful. For all premature babies fighting to live I'm grateful. For the bravery to smile again I'm grateful.
In this picture is a slay king with a photobomber 
