How can I not believe that anyone actually cares about me? I have some really great people in my life. It’s not too much to say that I love them. I can relate to their stories, to the struggles they’ve gone through, to the struggles they’re dealing with currently. I understand where they’re coming from, and I choose to believe that they understand how I feel; they understand my struggles and my pain. I’m even able to believe that they care. It’s hard. It’s still really hard for me to believe that another person can actually care about how I feel and what I’m going through. But, if I can care so much about them, then, surely, they can care about me too. They might be sitting at their computers crying and typing about how much they love the few people in their lives who really, truly, honestly care about them. These relationships allow me to witness them and for them to witness me. All that really matters in the end is that these people have seen me, the real me, and I have seen them. They bear witness to my life, and they validate my story. They matter to me, and I matter to them.