Two Years and Counting
So here I am again. Two years since breaking silence, 1 year of counseling, 6 months of practicing self-care on my own, 1 wedding, 1 masters degree, 1 dissertation in progress, 12 road races, 3 letters to college newspapers, and 1 college reunion later.
Every year on this day, I post one public entry. This year the public entry is a special letter.
Dear friend,
I believe there was some divine intervention that put you in my life at the right time. You came into my life exactly when I needed you. Despite all odds, despite appearing very very different on the surface, despite the fact that neither of us would have stopped each other on the street, we became friends.
I took a risk by opening up to you. That risk turned out better than I ever imagined. Yes, it has been challenging, difficult, and painful, and very much so at times. But here I am, two years later, at a very different and monumentally better place. I have learned a flexible set of coping skills that I can use in just about any stressful situation.
I believe there was some divine intervention that landed me in the hands of a counselor who was a good match for me from the very beginning. You were part of that divine intervention. The morning I first went to the counseling center, you told me that I had sounded so sad in the previous days and weeks. You were so supportive and helped me to see what I didn't want to see for myself. You helped me realize that I had reached the limits of what I could do on my own.
Although we don't have the close friendship that we used to, that's OK. Things change. Relationships evolve. Maybe you did what I needed you to do and moved on. I will never give up on you, whether you stay in my life or not.
If you ever wonder whether you helped people for the right reasons or for the wrong reasons, just remember how much you helped me. More than I can possibly describe.
Thank you, friend.
Every year on this day, I post one public entry. This year the public entry is a special letter.
Dear friend,
I believe there was some divine intervention that put you in my life at the right time. You came into my life exactly when I needed you. Despite all odds, despite appearing very very different on the surface, despite the fact that neither of us would have stopped each other on the street, we became friends.
I took a risk by opening up to you. That risk turned out better than I ever imagined. Yes, it has been challenging, difficult, and painful, and very much so at times. But here I am, two years later, at a very different and monumentally better place. I have learned a flexible set of coping skills that I can use in just about any stressful situation.
I believe there was some divine intervention that landed me in the hands of a counselor who was a good match for me from the very beginning. You were part of that divine intervention. The morning I first went to the counseling center, you told me that I had sounded so sad in the previous days and weeks. You were so supportive and helped me to see what I didn't want to see for myself. You helped me realize that I had reached the limits of what I could do on my own.
Although we don't have the close friendship that we used to, that's OK. Things change. Relationships evolve. Maybe you did what I needed you to do and moved on. I will never give up on you, whether you stay in my life or not.
If you ever wonder whether you helped people for the right reasons or for the wrong reasons, just remember how much you helped me. More than I can possibly describe.
Thank you, friend.