Flattered.

Even if I didn’t want to “think about” another promotion, I’m just, probably for once in my life…impressed with myself.

The fact my manager thinks I am capable of being a supervisor makes me feel really good.

I’m 29, and already had accepted I was bordering on “deadbeat” meets “starving artist” with unrealistic dreams.

Its fucking wild what ONE YEAR can do.

Last year at this time, I was going through the worst breakup of my life, tried killing myself after already trying in October as well…now its like wtf? I know myself better than I ever have. I needed this. I really did.

I went through so much pain. My coworker was asking me about my ex’s type 1 diabetes today because the subject came up. He asked me if he “didnt take care of his sugar levels”

I had to reply with. “no, he was a doped up zombie who was acting like a 3 year old refusing to drink his juice, I had to take care of him.”

“I did it for love, and I’d do it again. but not for someone who’s not capable of being saved and is a rotten person”

But from this monster making my life hell, I somehow managed to transform my life into one worth living. one i’m proud of. something I would have never been capable with him in my life.

Last year when I thought my world was ending…it was really just beginning.