It’s been over a year since I got sick with chronic, debilitating nausea and have had trouble driving and leaving the house. There are some days when the undertow of feeling like a burden is strong and exhausting.
But the truth is? I’m so fucking blessed and fortunate.
Being ill has given me the opportunity to see and celebrate hundreds of transgender young adults who desperately need and rightfully deserve to be seen and celebrated for their authentic, kind, wise, brave and beautiful souls.
I don’t want to tag anyone since this is a public post, but know that loving you gives me strength, purpose, peace, and joy.
Thank you for being my virtual cub. You regularly break and melt my heart.
I’m so proud of you.
Keep trying. Keep hoping. Keep loving. Keep being the amazing one-of-a-kind, perfectly, imperfect, work-in-progress, masterpiece you are.
Depression and anxiety are fucking liars.
And anyone who doesn’t respect your identity or pronouns can eat a toenail clippings salad.
The world needs you. I need you. I love you.
– MamaBear
*This post originally appeared on Facebook and can be found here.
