siblinglove

While I was growing up I always thought the idea of a happy place sounded like a better fairytale than any Disney movie!

I loved the idea of a place where everything just falls into place and you feel safe and happy and everything else wonderful. As I grew up I realized I didn’t have a place like that, I had a person like that. I learned as I grew up that my older sister was my happy place. With her I would always be okay, I would always be protected. Unknowingly depending on her for way more than I should have.

I realized as I grew older about her own demons, it shocked me! She is this incredibly strong person and force how could she have demons? Then I learned that her demons made her who she is.

After this revolution, she taught me about stress, depression, trauma and anxiety but, that none of this defined her. This was just part of her story. This wasn’t anything to hide from but, no everyone gets to hear your story. Your story is yours to tell to those who deserve to hear it. She taught me that love, attention and support are all things that are earned from people who proved to be in your corner.

She also taught me about the happy place myth. It’s not a place where everything is sunshine and rainbows it was a place where you could go at your darkest and most vulnerable and still be supported. And to me that was her, no matter what story or mistake or whatever I did she was there good and bad. As much as she was always supportive she was not going to always validate me. If I was wrong I had to face it.

She is my second mom, my guardian angel and my biggest cheerleader and my most brutal critic. And the person who I love the most ❤️

I love you my happy place #struggles #everyonehastheirdemons #strenght #siblinglove