There are many types of people that I’ve talked about. Some more repeatedly than others, and often in a more uncomfortable way.

Let’s switch things up.

Thank you to the friends that I’ve made who have seen me grow from the old me into my current self. A handful of you have known me more deeply than those that have literally grown up with me.

Thank you to the older friends that stuck around and gave me proof that my growth is apparent. For reminding me I had a soul worth fighting for, yet for a long time didn’t know how to.   

Other sets of friends deserve thanks as well. Ones that aren’t as close as the others, but our engagements are enjoyed, no matter how cute, Gothic, or off-the-wall crazy they can get.

Thank you to a few family members that have taken the time to hear me out, or even read these entries to get an idea of where I’ve mentally been, and where I’d like to be in this journey.

To those I once called friends, lovers, and love interests, I thank you as well. You showed and kept showing me a lot about myself that I needed to change or even reinforce. Regardless of who is to blame for the split, our journeys together are over, but the time was never wasted. Not with what I’ve learned from it all.

To the random strangers that I’ll never know by name*, but helped me vocalize boundaries, or brought unexpected smiles to me, your inspirations will be cherished.  

And to those who have found this and connected to any, if not all the entries, I deeply appreciated you.

*I only remember one; an older man who helped fix a flat tire for mom when I was a kid. He told us to ask for “Guy” if we were in the area, and ever needed help again. That never happened, and I’ve yet to even eat at that diner, which is still there. Chances are he’s gone now, but I hope he’s at peace wherever he is.