Today, I may possibly feel more grateful than I have ever felt, for I am grateful for myself—content in spending the day with Frankie, free of anxiety and triggers of need. For this watershed moment, I am thankful for the progress my mother and I continue to make, speaking honestly and hearing each other with only love in our hearts; for the friends and colleagues who have supported me and known since our beginnings that I wished for nothing but joy and honesty. And today, I wonder if this is what self-love feels like—and if it is, I am so grateful to have found it.