March 30th, 2025 was the day I faced my demons and thrived in a sea of allies. It was the start of my personal cycle and celebration of a new cycle of life. The day before my mothers birthday, there was a baby shower for one of my best friends.

Inside her I imagined forces coming together to materialize a physical form for the spiritual being. Cellular development is fascinating. Something I would study if granted the time and space for it. There were a number of friends and family members gathered. All of them there to support my friend and her spouse and their offspring still forming within her.

It was a day I faced my demons, remember?

It started by realizing I was not alright. I as afraid of making it all about me, and terrified I wouldn’t fit in with my friends who are all much more socially developed than me. They actually are functioning where they should be at our age, while I remain ten years behind. Such is how it always felt at least. First I needed to face my fear: be there for my friend, or wallow in self pity.

I chose to go.

In doing so, I was able to reconcile with a friend. One who appeared as the most ominous form behind me. Turning to face them was as dramatic as in the movies. Upon seeing them I burst into tears. I tried to hold it together, but I couldn’t. They offered to talk to me, which I eventually agreed to it. I was able to get everything off my chest. To be full open about why I had been behaving as oddly as I had been. The reason… I’ll get into another time. It was just nice to be able to speak and let everything off my chest without being ridiculed nor belittled.

We were able to go in and have a good time. I was able to speak with and connect with more people, though I also shed many more tears sporadically. There were so many connections had, and such a sense of community. My friends didn’t see me as a problem, just as myself. The people I interacted with didn’t see me as crazy person who needed to settle down, but as a person who was working through something.

It was a marvelous day, where I was able to connect with myself, my friends, and people of my extended community. Friends of my friends. It was wonderful.

There are more details I could go over, but I wrote enough to look back at this and recall what I need to of the day. Such I believe at least. The first day of giving myself grace and accepting it from others was a success. The next greatest day happened six days later. I’ll share that at some point.

Until then, take care, have luck, God bless.