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Thanksgiving is come and gone in our country, but as usual, everything bleeds over from the States. On one of the social networks I frequent, I wrote this in response to a "What are you thankful for" question:

"I'm thankful that no matter how many times I've fucked things up for myself since September, no matter how many times I think that this is it and I've become a useless fucking human being with no hope of climbing upward, I'm still here. I'm still breathing and continuing on and trying to make the best of my missed opportunities and haphazard planning.

No matter how emotionally crippled and socially retarded I am, life is hope, and I still have a chance to make things better."

I was in a pretty bad place when I wrote this, but it feels reassuring to re-read. It's helping me get through today.