Jacko has for me, been my greatest teacher, friend and purpose for me.
I owe her my life.
It's for that gift and for the fact that I love her that I do what I do.
I'm a bit of a self-destructive, anxious, emotional idiot and its taken me a long while to learn to breathe and count to ten. Life with a parrot will teach you do that
I've had to learn to master my own fear/anxiety, pay attention to my subtle thoughts and keep myself level-headed and calm because if not I'd set her off and then things would get messy.
She keeps me out of trouble (and from running myself ragged/destroying myself) simply because she needs me to take care of her. That's more than any contract or crisis centre could offer me. Plus I know she'd miss me and that it would hurt her if I wasn't there---and I refuse to let anyone suffer loss/hurt like I have and especially because of me (particularly doing something stupid).
She teaches me a lot about relating to others, healthy relationships and also about love and acceptance. About how to communicate and respect, how to achieve win-win scenarios and sacrifices, but also about not feeling guilty about time for me/putting myself first. Likewise about the joy in NOT always thinking about me me me.
Furthermore, when I'm at my worst....and I haven't left the house in a couple days or can't get out of bed for long...and I feel ashamed and weak and like the world hates my guts...its the landing of parrot feet on my pillow and the bump of beak on my face that teaches me that some do truly love me regardless and I'm not as bad as I think myself to be. That I don't need to be a paranoid, lonely and angry soul. The feel of feathers under my fingers or brushed up against my face helps me ground myself again and combat the dissociation and depersonalization I feel, helps me feel real again.
On a lighter note, she brings me so much joy and laughter. She's such a goofy, cheeky and affectionate soul (with me anyway

). It makes me so satisfied and happy plus gives me hope to see her overcoming her past and growing beyond what happened to her and what she was and how happy she is becoming.
With her I feel a sense of family, and connection. To someone like me, that's a beautiful gift.
Some days we drive each other absolutely crazy, but I'd trade being slapped in the face by grey wings before a beak-grinding parrot lands on my shoulder and starts pulling on my earrings for attention for absolutely nothing in world. Never.
I think as well she gives me a lot of wisdom and allows me a lot of growth. I'm only a baby in the sense of the world and cosmos at 21, but I feel I have come a long way thanks to my turkey-girl.