I'll start with my recovery. I am clean today. That is the miracle of my existence today. The lie is dead, we do recover.
I have my Sunshine and my Mollie. Mollie loves me no matter what, and so does Sunshine. When I got told last week that I was stupid for my political beliefs, Sunshine says to me "Well, then I guess I'm stupid too, since I agree with you. We'll just have to be stupid together."
I am grateful for you guys, my readers. You guys are the friends I wish I had here IRL instead of only inside my computer. I am grateful that I know I can reach out to any one of you like I did to my homeslice Tia, who was the one who helped me regain perspective after being told how stupid I was by somebody who is supposed to love me regardless (wow, Tia, this supposed to stuff is getting really deep).
I am grateful for the fellowship of Narcotics Anonymous, The Band, and all the ways each person found there has helped me find joy, peace, and beauty.
I am grateful that Sunshine's weird diet has apparently been working, even without the fat-burning pills that he forgets to take every morning. I never minded his size for the sake of size (because really, he is so muscular; he just carried a little extra around the middle), I just HEARD his doctor when he repeatedly told Sunshine that losing weight would help lower his astronomical blood pressure. I kind of like having Sunshine around, so anything that helps him live longer and healthier is good. (For the record, Sunshine has lost a total of 32 pounds in the last year, 22 of those in the last two or three months.)
And I am grateful for dressing (stuffing, whatever), because that shit is good. Time to go stuff mah face.