On my journey that is my life, I have encountered something wonderful.
Family is great, but that isn’t the focus of this blog. I have a small group of people who I consider true friends. People who I trust completely when I tell them something.
These people have been there for me to cry to as I explore my wounds. As I heal. As I discover what my wounds are…the painful process of opening them up…one by one…letting the poison out.
These are people I met while trying to rebuild my life. They saw value in me when I felt like I didn’t have any. Those are people you need in your life. That’s what a true friend is.
I used to lay in bed at night, and cry cause other than my sister and parents, I honestly felt like nobody loved me. I’d yell at God, asking him why nobody loved me. What was my problem? I had nobody to turn to. Nobody to tell what was really happening in my life. Nobody to tell me with a firm voice, and a loving voice, what my problem was.
I covered it all up. But I was only fooling my self. My soul was dead. I no longer wanted to live.
But then I found a friend. My friend saw value where I found none.
I found out what love is. Love between friends. I’ve never felt that before. Maybe I did, but I simply forgot. I had friend after friend abandon me because of my living situation. Well, maybe they weren’t friends.
I realized last week, that I no longer cry out to God about being lonely. No, I don’t have many friends.
You know if I count you as a friend.
I want you to know that I love you.
Thank you for realizing that I have a life worth living now, and a future that I am finally looking forward to.