I’m not good with words like you are, but I figured I’d try anyway. I know you hate your birthday because it reminds you of your mom, but despite how much she disgusts me…I’m also grateful to her. Because she brought you into the world. This beautifully broken yet incredible person who’s fundamentally changed me for the better. Because you’re the only one who’s ever been able to break through my walls and truly see me. Happy birthday, Oakley. Thank you for being born. Thank you for saving me…even when it’s from myself.
