So. My closest, best, most caring, loving, empathetic, sympathetic, generous, gracious, compassionate, giving, sweet friends/family live in my computer. I have a deep, fierce, passionate love for all of them. When I cannot get outside and handle “real life,” they are here for me. I can always reach out and find an instant support system right at my fingertips. They know my pain and still stay with me. They don’t judge, they listen and respond. They don’t disappear when life throws me more shit than I think I can possibly handle. They say “stay strong!” They send hugs and positive thoughts to me constantly. They’ve seen me at my worst and push me to be my best. They don’t deny, place blame, disapprove, doubt, or hurt me. They know more about me than some of my blood relatives and still love me. They tell me “family don’t end with blood!” They know my secrets, my aspirations, my goals, my hopes, my dreams. They don’t mock, discourage, or discount me for any of them. When I am down, they pick me up. When I say I can’t go on, they say “you are not alone!” When I’m crying from pain, depressed and anxious, they make me smile again. When my depression is so bad that I can’t stop crying, they say “you matter!” They amaze me, inspire me, and make me feel loved and important every day. They are my rocks, my sounding boards, my therapists, my conscious, my angels and devils. They entrust me with their stories and experiences as I share mine with them. If I disappear, however briefly, they find me. They won’t let me get lost. My friends are the epitome of what family and friendship is and should be. I love them all. And I’ve never met any of them. “Lay your weary head to rest, don’t you cry no more!” Carry on and #AlwaysKeepFighting #SPNFamily 💕