Discoveries and gifts

It's so good to realise that the things are going fine. The physician said I'm suitable to work. I bought part of the furniture today, at least my bedroom is ready, and the computer has its own table. The rest will be ready later. It's good to realise that in the end of the year the things that I longed for are coming true. I know that I fought, I suffered a lot, I studied a lot, I thought that I had lost the chance to get this job three times, but in the end everything went fine. And it's so great to see my parents helping me a lot, going out to buy the things that I need (all the debts are in my dad's name, because I have no pay slip yet) even when they are tired after working during all the day. And it's so cool to see my mom holding on to the note of the things that I have to buy, making lines over the words of the things that I've already bought, and reminding what we still have to get, even making some counts and trying to find out how much I'll have to pay. And I know that it's not control, it's love. I'm feeling how much my parents love me and care about me as I have never felt. And that's wonderful. I'll never be able to thank them for the attention and caring that they gave me during these last days. Maybe they always cared about me and I have never realised (and it's very problable) and I got this new perception because of the pshychoanalysis sessions (and it's very very probable). I don't know. I just know that it's very good to move from my parent's house at the moment when I am feeling this way: loved. That's the best Christmas gift that I could earn.