I am grateful. . .
. . . for my friends who love me for who I am, despite who I was, and regardless of who I will be in the future.
. . . for those friends who stuck around even when I didn’t want them to and those friends who let go when I wanted them to stay.
. . . for the friends who held my head up when I was vomiting, who forced me to listen, who drove me to the hospital (and then back again), and who cared enough to do the hard things.