How I Knew I Found My "Person"
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How I Knew I Found My "Person"

You have your friendships, and you have your people.

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How I Knew I Found My "Person"
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Any fan of Grey's Anatomy knows that it is crucial to find "your person." Anyone who is not, let me give you a little insight as to what "your person" is. This is the person you go to for everything. Yes, this includes stupid tantrums, petty gossip, heartbreaks and triumphs. Someone who is there without a question when you forget to study for your biology exam you have tomorrow. The person that is willing to pick you up in the dead of night because you are sad and need ice cream. The person who unconditionally loves you for who you are, no matter how crazy you can be. This person is the better half of you, someone who will always be there for you.

Of course, like all good things in life, this may take a while to find. There are going to be lots of dead end friendships and relationships. There will be toxic relationships that you confuse as the best thing you've ever had. It is inevitable to see the best in the people you love, even if they aren't in any way the best for you. Your person is going to take some searching. That person is not always going to be easy to find. You may have to go through horrible and traumatic situations for you to realize who this person is. Long story short, finding your person won't be easy, but it will be worth everything and more when you find it.

When I was in my mid-teens, I thought that I had everything figured out. My head was way bigger than it should have been at that age. I trusted in the people I associated with without a single doubt. I thought that since everything was going so well in my life, it was where I belonged. Wrong. I learned shortly after that the direction I was heading in was not one that I wanted to continue on. I had to leave things behind. I had to leave people behind. And it hurt. It was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. It is so hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel when you are just entering it. It is scary and lonely. It is hard to go against the world to stand up for yourself.

Luckily, through the devastation and confusion, I was blessed to have found not only one "person," but two. I have been friends with my best friend for a few years, but I never realized she was my person until everything was falling apart. She had always been there for me, no doubt, but I never could have imagined that someone could be so patient and kind to me. She stood up for me against all odds. She had my back for everything. She always let me know I was being stupid before doing something I would regret. She not only was a friend to me, but she inspired me to want to be the best version of myself. She constantly built me up, not for reassurance, but for self-betterment. She constantly reminded me of my worth. No matter how pissed we may get at each other, I know that everything she does is to build me up. There was not a single stupid meltdown that she wasn't right there to comfort me. Not a single moment that she wasn't celebrating with me for my accomplishments. When I say she is my person, she is literally like the other half of me. That is the difference between your "person" and your friend: you become something so much greater because of their presence.

On the other hand, unlike my best friend being my person, I also found my "person" in my boyfriend. He was there for all of the mess that my best friend was, plus some. When we first got together, I was an absolute mess. I was a depressed, over anxious, broken hearted girl. I was too consumed in what was falling apart to notice that he had been there, right in front of me, the whole time. Everything that had happened, he was there. He made me feel like I could run the world when I had always been too timid to even voice my opinion. He was constantly my shoulder to cry on through some of the hardest times of my entire life. But not only that, he made me become a better person. He believed in me when I was too damaged to believe in myself. Anything I accomplished, he was reminding me of what I am capable of. He built up my self-esteem to the point where I actually found self-confidence. He didn't do any of these things to make me feel better. He did these things because he is my person, my person who believes in me. My person who will never let me go through life alone. My person that no matter what happens, he will always be by my side.

There are going to be people moving in and out of your life. There are going to be friendships that end nastily, and some that just fade. Not to say they aren't important and you shouldn't be upset, but try to remember that all the heart ache will be worth it once you find your person. Your person could be your best friend, your significant other, a family member or even an acquaintance. You WILL find your person. Who is to say when you will? You have to be willing to wait. You have to be willing to put in effort. You have to be willing to open your eyes. There is nothing better than having a person. When that person comes along or maybe simply comes into view, everything will be brighter.

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