My parents may not be here for me like I wish they could be, but over the past 48 hours I've been reminded that there are those who love and care for me, and can be here, not always in person, but a phone call or a text away. That matters more to me than they can possibly know.

It's been so long since I felt that way and it's something I've missed sorely. It's what all of these "recovery activities" are supposed to artificially create, but there is a Grand Canyon of difference between randomly calling people who felt obligated to give you their number due to having addiction in common versus talking to those who know you, your history, and who you have hopefully come to return that connection in a real, meaningful way.

To those I'm writing about, thank you so much, I love you and you have helped immensely! From here I'll face this week with some hope for the future. And I hope that I can return that favor when things get difficult for you.