Friends are homeSecret retro mode enabled. You rock!
Friends are homeY'all! First off, I need to apologize for… Vanishing off the face of the earth. It's really not cool of me.
With that out of the way, I thought I'd break the silence yet again with a cheesy message: Friends are home.
This was the main theme in my novel Marchintosh, yet it's something I seem to forget about a lot. Yeah, teaching lessons I haven't properly learned is very me.
I'll share a story with you guys. Some months ago, I had this huge mental breakdown due to something terrible that had happened to me. I remember waking up and spending all morning sobbing.
The best way to describe the way I was feeling would be to say that my very soul at that moment was scarred.
A friend of mine just so happened to see me online and asked me how I was doing.
I told her everything. What had happened, how I was feeling, the thoughts I was having—you get the point—she seemed frankly worried, even over text.
Eventually, she offered to take the train to come visit me. I accepted, and an hour later, she was already knocking on my door.
We chatted, kind of. At that moment, I was feeling absolutely traumatized, to say the least. I had not slept through the entirety of the night and had gone three days in a row without eating anything at all.
So, due to the circumstances, I barely said anything. Our conversations were mainly one-sided, and I was just too wrecked at that moment to actually contribute anything at all.
But, she was there.
And she stayed by my side.
And eventually, we talked.
Truth be told, I cried during our conversation, a lot.
So, I cried. But at least, I didn't cry by myself.
And, at the end of the day, I came back home with a scarred soul, and a smile on my face.
If you're reading this blog post, please take a moment to check your contacts. Maybe there's someone who needs some cheering up or a reminder that they are loved.
Sometimes, a very simple “good morning” or “how are you?” can help a lot. Spread love, and spread gratitude!