day 23: what does your support system look like? how can you make it stronger?
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My mom is loyal to a fault. She's extremely codependent; her entire existence is based around trying to nurture others even when her energy reserve is all but depleted. She sets herself on fire to keep others warm and she's horrible with saying "no". Her go-to method of communication is writing letters. Confrontation is her kryptonite. I hate this for her. My mama is the hardest rider in my corner, blowing any semblance of competition out of the water. Sometimes her aid falls into enabling territory. In the past, I've been guilty of manipulating her into getting my way. Toxic as fuck and she never deserves any of the bullshit people drag her through.
I'm not joking one bit when I say my support system couldn't get any stronger. I have a conglomerate of amazing people in my corner, variegated temperaments who fit every situation and phase of my life. My brother Marcus is a practical, generous Sagittarius that has no qualms with being really real with me. My uncle Ricky is hilarious and wise and always there to listen. My aunt Janel — as argumentative as we can be — loves me tirelessly and nurtures my spirituality. My aunt Gina is a sensitive hard ass who always has my back, even when I'm fucking up. My sweet cousins are the most supportive angels: Izabela, Shalynn, Jasmine, and Nina. Falia and Grace keep me grounded. My baby Cassius Clay who teaches me unconditional love every damn day.
My best friends have dealt with my nonsense for over a decade and they are my everything. Brian, Emily, Kassandra, Keith, Kyli, Mallori, Maria, Whitney... My sweet babies I could never repay for their shoulders, resources, affection, consideration, grace!!, and humor.
Yeah, no, I pretty much got it covered over here. ♡
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