Friday, December 28, 2012
This time last year I was depressed most of the time and spending almost all my free time in bed.
I would do my school work. I would do my work. Then I would go to bed.
Then my Brother did the nicest thing in the world for me and let me move into his house.
I'm not sure what it was about him letting me move into his house. I'm not sure whether it was having more space or having a washing machine. Or, maybe it is being able to pull my car into the garage. Perhaps it's the gas stove.
I'm not sure what it is. It could just be the fact that I feel like I have a home for the first time since forever.
Today is my Brother's birthday and although I wanted to explain to him how much it has meant to me to live in this house, I haven't said anything because I don't think he would be receptive to the mushiness of it all.
It has changed my life though. I make my bed every morning. I get up early and prepare for the day. I've started doing my hair and makeup in the morning. I clean my house. I care.
After I was diagnosed with diabetes I started cooking healthy. I've started exercising twice a day.
I've organized my closet and found that I have lots of clothes to wear.
I've organized my files.
I feel good.
Who would have thought the Brother who used to beat me up when I was little would do something that would bring me to life.
Happy birthday Brother. I love you. I won't say it to your face, I think it would embarrass you, but I love you.