I’m 28 today! Turning 28 means that I have survived the absolute HARDEST years of my entire fucking life, and living through 2 years of absolute miserable hell in every possible way is DEFINITELY something to celebrate. I didn’t think I was going to survive the last two years, the truth is that I didn’t all the way want to survive them, and the reality is that parts of me didn’t. My 26th birthday kicked off the endlessly horrible year of depression in Pittsburgh, and I moved back to NYC 4 days before I turned 27 with the hope that it would set me up for a better year, but it didn’t, and 27 was in many ways harder than 26. I have lived through the past two years because of my community of INCREDIBLE friends and family, who have taken care of me for the last 730 days of me not really taking care of myself. While I know I have many things to celebrate from the past two years amongst the shit, I am mostly celebrating still being alive despite the fact that my mental illnesses have spent the last two years with other plans. I will never have the right words to thank all the people who made sure I am here to turn 28, but please know that so many of you have contributed to that and I am endlessly grateful to you all for still being in my corner of the internet. My close friends and family have saved my life every single day for the last two years, and I owe this birthday to all of them! I know this is a fairly dark birthday post, but it is also the truth and I think it’s important to be honest. Here’s to what is hopefully a better year, to surviving hard times when you don’t think you can or will or want to, and mostly to REALLY AMAZING FRIENDS!!!