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I am very close with my family. We chat, spill tea, comfort each other, make (some) decisions together, and I am open and honest about how I feel in everything I do. I have a space at home to express my varying beliefs and stand up for what I believe in. It feels good to have this after years of working on it.
The healing work began when I got into University and simultaneously marked the beginning of many journeys. I broke away from old patterns, went to literal hell and back trying to find new ways to connect with those I love, and sifted diligently through murky and distant childhood moments to reorganized it all. What meant the most to me and, more importantly, what did I learn?
My parents always instilled the value of education. Money spends once, but knowledge monetizes forever. I learned the value of persistence, hard work that became smart work, and how to learn in a way that suits my neurodivergent style. The most important skill I learned outside of the classroom is the importance of my mindset. I decide. I return to the desk and try again. I hold and release things when I am ready. I can choose the meaning of my past experiences. I can let love in and allow myself to lean on others for support when I need it.
And so, to wrap all the grad content: This moment is dedicated to the parents, siblings, and chosen families who deserve to celebrate this achievement with me, because I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you all. 🤍
