After spending a much needed break with very close family, I am starting to feel like myself again. The Hale side of my family have always been very close. When something happens in the family, each person will make sure that everyone in the family knows what is going on. We will ask each other if this person knows, or if that person knows. When I get bad news, my sister's or brother will make sure they are the one's to tell me before I hear it from anyone else. They know that I take bad news to heart and will be broken if I hear the news from someone else other than them.
The Hale's have always made sure each family is taken care of, no matter how bad a dispute or argument was between each other. Four out of six if my aunties are in town for class, and we've all been staying at my mom's place the past three nights. My mom's house hasn't been this packed since I was in high school.
When they first got here, I was in the deepest part of my depression, and they saw it. I tried to hide the fact that I have a mental health illness from them, but I am tired of trying to be someone I'm not. So when they saw I was hurting, they did all they can to make me feel better and be myself again. I don't thing I would be able to come out of my depression without their love and support.
I've been told many times I am a very courageous and strong person, but I don't see myself that way. I see myself as part of a very strong knit unit, and that is where I get my strength and courage from. I would not be who I am without them, and they would not be who they are without me. You cannot live life without giving a little of who you are, and taking some of what you need from others. I have been getting a lot of my strength from my family. So the next time you think of me as a strong person, please remember I have not gotten this far without my family.
