Thanksgiving Thanks Given

Thank you for being my friend for over twenty years.
Thank you for making me get help.
Thank you for being there when I need to vent.
Thank you for not judging me.
Thank you for giving me the strength and confidence to buy my first dress, even if it didn't fit.
Thank you for being the two best managers I've ever worked for.
Thank you for introducing me to mandalas.
Thank you for not making me feel small for telling you I had a crush on you.
Thank you for not hating me for telling you I'm in love with you, and will be until the end of the world.
Thank you for the conversation debating what constitutes reaching "second base" and what constitutes reaching "third base."
Thank you for pushing me so hard to want to be a better person.
Thank you for not treating me differently when I admitted to being the one who said you had nice breasts.
Thank you for the happy hour conversations, and offering to go to the cross dresser support group meeting with me.
Thank you for inviting me to see your play a couple years ago, and for the hug that I still feel from when we first saw each other that night.
Thank you for sitting with me in your office and taking the time to actually listen to me when I first told you about being a cross dresser, and talking to me about the Katelyn Jenner interview, and actually asking me questions about how I have felt going through different stages of this self exploration.
Thank you for calling me out on my bullshit.
Thank you for caring.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for reading.
Thank you for hugs.
Thank you for letting me cry when I need to, whether it's in your office, on the phone, in person, or just during a random Instagram or WhatsApp chat.
Thank you for making me get help.

Thank you all for being so immensely supportive as I explore who I am.

I hope my upcoming hospital stay will give me the knowledge I need to better be the person you see in me, but that I still can't see in myself. I'm trying, I promise.