The love and tolerance (a word I use in place of 'understanding' which they don't nor do I expect nor would I ever hold it against their in ability to) of my family. Before my father passed in 2022, he told me he didn't understand and I appreciated that - and although he didnt he never more so than anyone was forever there to listen to me and would always allow me to vent to him and at tried the very best he could. It was rare that I would burden him wih my mental health issues but I dont know where Id be without that man. We would go for long drives around the city and while I would often be all too appreciative of his company to breakdown, on those occasion (and there were a fair few) that I would let it flow out - not to make him uncomfortable of course, more so because tha he enabled me ro feel so incredibly comfortable enough around him to do so - which is largely down to him listening and throwing in his 2cents whenever he could which was worth the absolute world to me). I kne my father was an exceptionally intelligent man and it wast up until the last decade of his life that he began vocalising man of his deeper opinions and views on thing that I was legitimately blown away. Furthermore - not loo long before his cancer diagnosis did he begin writing, and he would come out with the most incredibly thought provoking lines and ideas within his Poetry. He continued on sporadically after his aforementioned diagnosis until it unfortunately began to spread everywhere, including his brain quite rapidly. When I began using the phone I use now, I found a photo diary he had been keeping in his gallery of his gradual decline which was very distrubing (of course he never thought anyone would see it. I still havent grieved his passing properly, however hopefully my psychologist will when(ever) we finally meet.
While my mother is likely the primary cause of my trauma, I dont necessarily blame her as such. That might seem contradictray, but I believe she unknowingly passed her trauma on to me through her behaviours which went unchecked by her own parents ie MASSIVE temper tantrums all thoughout my life that had me petrified of her and flicked that anxiety switch permanenty on at the age of 4-5 and its been on since. I dont resent her for it, and I love her.
Theres at least 2 or 3 other things, which I'll edit in later as its 4am.
My bother is one I'll expand upon later. He's been acting very...rude and unappreciative towards myself and mother lately, and its not like the fella is 16 anymore (29) but I'd rather write about that wit a clear head.
Waking up to a new day. This is indeed a day the Lord has made; I will be joyful and rejoice in it! I think those of faith and those that are not can appreciate this.