I went back to visit these two today (and yesterday-whoops). These two are high school counselors at my alma mater high school. But, they are so much more than that. They are beautiful, determined, powerful, strong, compassionate women who love people fiercely, push people to be better and put others before themselves. They are also the Queens of the world and deserve to maybe get paid 978467368 dollars or more because they deal with high schoolers on a daily basis and because they deal with me. I met Presser (the one on the right) when I was a shy sophomore girl. Presser became my best friend, my school mom, my mentor, my sass teacher and so much more. I met Erin (the one on the left (duh)), the beginning of my senior year and to be honest, I was pretty skeptical of her when she first got the job at our high school. I was such a diva, I know. I thought that Erin would steal Presser from me-total brat status (forever apologizing for any sassy look that I may have given you, E). See, I was a brat. But, little did I know that Erin would become everything that Presser was to me as well. These people are my heroes.
These people are my heroes. I could write and rewrite that sentence a million times because it deserves to be said a million times. My eating disorder hit me hard my senior year. I was, for the most part, unable to finish a full school day without going to the counseling office. I had so much anxiety every single day, that I needed people to get me through. I didn't necessarily want people, but deep down I knew I needed people. And here they were. Presser and Erin-they were (and still are) my people. Therefore, I moved into the counseling center my senior year. It became my safe haven. There were a lot of high points my senior year, but for every high point, there were two low points to go with it. My eating disorder kept pushing me lower, but these two would pull me higher. When I felt trampled in the ground, these two extended their hands to me. Actually no, they did way more than that. They put me on their shoulders, even though my burden was heavy, and they carried me there. They carried me there every. single. day. They could see the bigger picture from a level point of view, and since I couldn't, they hoisted me up on their shoulders so that I could see the bigger picture. Despite their own personal full lives, they fought for me and with me without a second thought. They welcomed me into their lives, into their offices and into their hearts. The days when I couldn't finish my lunch, they sat and ate with me. The days where I had countless anxiety attacks, they encouraged me through. They sat with me and talked to me for as long as I needed every single time. They gave me a safe place, countless hugs, immeasurable encouragement and motivation. Imagine the loudest, cheeriest, craziest cheerleaders-that's who they were (and still are). They gave me love and community. They loved me and continue to love me like their own and that's a Jesus kind of love right there folks. They are my family and my fiercest warriors. It sounds cliche but I honestly don't know what I would have done without these two in my village. They taught me what confidence was because they are living examples of it. They taught me what it looks like to be strong even in the midst of battle, because they had fought through battles and won. They pushed me when I didn't want to be pushed (and I hated them in the moment for it) because they knew I could do it. They are the fiercest warriors I know. I learned so much from them. So much so that this blog post would probably be 987 pages long if I wrote out everything they taught me. I learned how to sass (more than I already knew how) from them, how to be quick-witted, how to love others unconditionally, how to be fearless and how to be selfless. They are the greatest teachers in the world.
They deserve the world because they saved mine. People like these two are the reason why the world goes round. They're the humans that give the world love in the most beautiful way. They changed my world in the most non-cliche way possible. Without them I would be nowhere-plain and simple. I'm abundantly and forever thankful for these warriors. Thank you for being my family and for being my heroes. I love y'all forever.