Some people get through their lives in different ways. Some people are always able to take to others and take care of themselves, but some people refuse to face their problems. Some people build walls around themselves and are too stubborn to take time to deal with their emotional issues in light of their responsibilities.

I'm one of those people.

I refuse to take care of my emotional and physical health when I feel like I have more important things to do. It's not always a bad thing, but sometimes you need to take time for yourself in the present before taking time for things that matter in the future.

I want to thank some people who've been there for me when I refused to take care of myself.

Thank you for being there when I was upset even though I wouldn't talk about it or say what was going on. It meant the world that you were just there anyway.

Thank you for helping me make food when I hadn't eaten in 15 hours and was about to pass out.

Thank you for not mentioning the tears when I was trying to hide them but you could still see them.

Thank you for putting ice on my hand when I spilled boiling water on it but told you I was fine anyway.

Thank you for yelling at me and making me go to the doctor when I hurt my knee running, I wouldn't have stopped otherwise and it surely would have gotten worse.

Thank you for supporting me through all my weird identity crises and for not getting fed up with me about all my anxiety over school and my future.

Thank you for giving me a world of chances even when I made you mad.

Thank you for putting up with my insanely short temper when I was anxious or in a bad mood.

Thank you for trying to hold me so tight that all my pieces fit back together, even though I made it hard for you and refused to put my own pieces back together myself.

Thank you for letting me help you because it helped me.

Thank you for laughing at all my sad attempts at jokes because I needed to feel important.

Thank you for making sad attempts at jokes because I needed to laugh.

Thank you for telling me I was important.

Thank you for making me laugh.

Thank you for helping me through bouts of anxiety and depression; I know it can't have been easy.

Thank you for getting me new clothes and helping clean me up when I got sick and couldn't do it myself.

Thank you for understanding how much Harry Potter means to me and not being weirded out when I got over-emotional about it.

Thank you for letting me vent about my obsessions and my anger.

Thank you for letting me listen to sad music when I was sad even though you didn't like it.

Thank you for saying no.

Thank you for reassuring me I did not fail that test and was not going to fail my class even though I thought I was. You were right.

Thank you for sending me pepper spray because I was scared of the area around where I worked.

Thank you all for being who you are, and for letting me be who I am, even when I don't know who that is.

We all just need some people to take care of us spiritually and physically, especially when we refuse to face reality and admit anything is wrong. Thanks for loving me, and thanks for other people like that for loving other people like me.

Thank you for taking care of me when I refused to take care of myself.