My dad talked to me about my basketball experience. He said that he is proud of me.

That makes me feel really happy, he said he didnt tell me because he thought that it was a given. He said that I couldnt understand how he felt after seeing me limp out of the basketball court. I had to overcome so many hurdles. He pushed sports for me in high school because he wanted me to get some confidence. I was in a new place, like Beehive. He said that I was finally starting to get close with some of my teammates, and so close to proving my coaches wrong. Then he said that God pooped on me. For the first time, I dont really feel anxious or sad (although I did this morning). Im happy my dad said this to me, because I was really starting to doubt whether he was thinking of me positively at all. I still think that there are some hurdles that I overcame that he never knew about. Psychological problems that he does not understand, or relate to. I have a feeling I will understand how far Ive come once I come out of my depression completely. I think its only been this month that I realized I need to like myself. From here on, theres no path but upward.