I bawled my eyes out in therapy this afternoon.

Not because I was sad, but because I was HAPPY.

I worked for so damn hard to be happy and now it’s here.

I worked full-time throughout high school.

I did 100+ hours workweeks for years.

I went got into a top 10 grad school and graduated early.

I navigated career transitions.

I came out — three times — as a queer person, as someone living with mental illness and as a male rape survivor.

I turned my side hustle into a six-figure business.

I stopped drinking 7 quad lattes per day.

I found anxiety medication that helped my PTSD.

I finally used my passport.

I found love.

I found happiness.

I found me.

Thank you, Stephanie, for showing me that tears aren’t just for panic attacks,anxiety and sadness.

Happy tears exist, too.

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