it’s 6am in LA. I can’t sleep. so y’all are getting a post (2 in as many days #sorrynotsorry)
so, quick background on where i’m staying and who i’m staying with.
one of my best friends from university (hey, Jade) is from LA. Her mom (Momma Sophs) dad (Wilf) and god mom (Lisa) all live together in a beautiful house (her dad did a beaut of a job on it, he’s so talented). I’m staying with / visiting them. Jade isn’t here- she lives in Finland with her fella. My Irish pal is here too, though. I know, I know… it’s complicated.
i’ve know Jade for 9 years nearly, and her folks for maybe 6/7 of those. They have all known me during my struggles with depression and anxiety, they housed me for a summer so Jade and I could road trip west coast >> east, they housed me this January when I had my breakdown over going to Australia or not.
they know me well.
they know not to talk to me in the morning because I’m grumpy. They know I’m pretty laid back about most things – one of the reasons Jades mom likes to travel with me. They know I can be a sarcastic little shite. They know I’m obsessed with music; if I’m not listening to it, I’m reading about it. If I’m not reading about it, I’m singing.
when I come here to visit it feels like a home from home. I feel so relaxed, there’s no pretense, no bullshit.
they remind me that friends really are the family we choose for ourselves. I think to myself on every trip how did I luck out and meet Jade and then gain an extra family? a family that is genuinely concerned for my wellbeing.
yesterday morning I was in the kitchen and Momma Sophs and I had this conversation
S “Oh I’m glad you’re here by yourself, I wanted to talk to you alone”
M “ok, whats up?”
S “are you ok, sweetie? You’re not feeling anxious, your depression hasn’t come back?”
M “no, I’m ok at the moment. Maybe a bit anxious with work but I’m fine”
S ” ok good, I just wanted to check because you’ve been really quiet this whole trip and I was really worried”
DO YOU KNOW HOW LUCKY AND LOVED I FELT WALKING AWAY FROM THAT CONVERSATION?
Having conversations like that with anyone that has a history of mental illness is so, SO important.
Knowing someone is looking out for you… priceless.
This email from the universe is true
I’m feeling the love