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on the flip side

In case I die tonight (and no, I'm not going to stand in the middle of the road again)...I want you to know there have been so many blessings in my life.

I can't count on my natural family - but I've been so blessed to make a family of my own and they are people I can count on all the time.

I have a new little brother - Marc. He's been family to me for about 8-10 years. Marc is someone I think super highly of. He's smart, resilient, determined and gives me a run for my money when it comes to smack-talking. I love our epic battles online. I don't think I've won once - but one day I will :) I will keep trying. I love him. He's one of the coolest people I know and he's someone I can depend on. When I was suicidal - he was a brother to me in all the best ways. He still is. I can't love him any more than I do because it's already a lot.

I have Christabel and Becci - little sisters to me. I guess I've always wanted little sisters so God gave me the desires of my heart and I have them both to talk to, laugh with, cry with and absolutely adore. Unfortunately Christabel is in Melbourne and Becci is in the UK...but even so, they're there for me and I love them both so very much.

Pete and Lyn are parents to me - and have been for the last 20 years. They're there for me and drop everything to look after me. Lynn suffers from depression a lot so when I say I'm struggling, she responds with "I know, darling - I love you. What can I do?" and it's perfect.

I have good friends around me. The BEST people anyone could possibly wish for.

I'm walking through a dark, scary valley right now but I have so many good people who walk through it with me.

This is a huge blessing.

My sleeping tablets are kicking in so I'm starting to fall asleep and thinking straight is hard.

I'll write happier things tomorrow.

Love you all xx

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