My wonderful partner who does his best to take care of me and supports us both, and that his other partner and I get along really well.
My parents for helping out in so many ways.
My family (both blood and chosen) and amazing friends near and far, in person and online. You're a big part of why I keep fighting to have a life.
My doctor and all the medications that keep my broken as well managed as possible.
Our snuggly, bitey, fuzzy kitty who's lazing in bed as I type.
The fact that I have a place to live and a community to help me cope.
Dancing and music.
Technology that makes life a bit easier to handle.
The privilege I was born with, and the fact that I usually don't appear as broken as I am (at least not until I open my mouth and can't remember the words).
Dinner today with family of choice, friends, good food, drinks and a fire to curl up by.
That I landed in Los Angeles when I moved - it's not perfect, but I can't think of anywhere else I'd want to be. And that there was a wonderful group of people here, both old and new, to spend time with.
That today is a good day.
