Wednesday, April 15, 2015

{A New Chapter}

A lot of changes have happened in my life lately.  Big changes. 

I quit a job that I've had for the past 6 1/2 years...doing bookkeeping for the pellet mill in town.  Along with that was a lot of letting go...relationship and work wise.

An honest and wise friend told me lately that she thinks I have a hard time letting go of things.  Relationships. Jobs. The easy and comfortable.  I know she's right.  Part of the issue for me is knowing when to hang on and try harder and when to let go.

I was feeling anxious about the changes in my life.  What if, without a job, I was too bored and drove myself crazy? After all, I'm {mostly} unemployed for the first time in 20 years.

This is only the second week of my "retirement" and I have to say...I am loving it so far!  Not that I plan to never work again, I know myself too well to think that will work out, but for now, it's been great.  I am realizing that sometimes life just gets you in a rut and when you step back, you realize you aren't even doing what you want to be doing and you're just going along on auto pilot.  Fulfilling commitments and obligations and just getting swept along with the current.  I realize that most people don't have the chance or the luxury of being able to hit the "pause" button and re-evaluate what they really want to be doing with the hours in their day, but I think we can all do that on a smaller scale if we take the time to consider it.

Anyway, one of my goals for the months of April and May was to spend a day a week in solitude. I cannot tell you the reason for this or what will come of it, only that I have known intuitively that this was somehow very important in my process of healing and growth.  I have been praying since last fall to find a cabin close by to be able to use for this purpose.  A peaceful place in the woods where I could just get away from it all and find clarity and direction.

God totally answered that prayer through a friend of mine whose brother in law owns a cabin that is un-used these days.  Granted, I wanted it to be by a lake, but there is even a lesson in that for me:  Don't allow your expectations of what something is going to look like prevent you from seeing the amazing blessings that are right in front of you!

                                                      (My little hide-away in the pines)

Yesterday found me there again and it was the most amazing, gorgeous spring weather!  Sunny and 66 degrees.  I took a walk, sat and read, talked to God, listened and observed, and then I sat down in the sun on this little bench and got out my "writing promps" book to see if I could get some inspiration to write.

The very first page I opened up to had the writing prompt of "Write a new chapter in your life right now".  I didn't have to look much further.  I knew that writing about this made total sense right now.

I am sharing with you what I wrote yesterday and I hope that it inspires you in some way.

"The new chapter in my life starts now.  Granted, it probably started a long time ago because life is a journey, more circular in nature than a straight path and I've noticed that life's lessons keep circling around until you're ready to find a seat, plant your ass in that chair and actually pay attention to what the teacher is saying.

So when I say the new chapter starts now, it is also inferred that tomorrow morning the new chapter starts again. And the morning after that.

The person we believe we are and the choices that we make out of that belief are not one time decisions. We make them over and over and over again.  One good choice begets another.  You cannot believe in yourself and your positive affirmations and your thoughts about where your identity lies if you are consistently making choices that do not back that up.  You will feel fractured and splintered, restless and lacking peace.  Trust me.  I fuckin' know.

So starting now...  I am not who I was.  I am more than the sum of my past mistakes.  I am a woman of courage.  I am honest, even when it scares me or causes conflict.  I am faithful and loyal.  I am positive and hopeful.  I am habitually grateful.  I am sane and I have much wisdom inside of me.  I am secure in who I am and I am not afraid of how other's perceive me.  I know that I am strong and that no matter what happens, I will get through it and come out having learned something that I can put in my life's toolbox.  This is the new chapter in my life and it starts NOW."

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Sunday, January 4, 2015

The Girl I Used to Be

Is it possible that you brain forgets how to do something it once knew how to do with hardly a thought?  I used to write a blog post every day.  I called it the "RWOTD" post -- it stood for "Random Word of the Day".  I would literally use a website to generate a random word for me and then I would write about it.  Just like that.

Now, I sit down to write one single blog post and I find myself frozen and fearful.  I know what I want to say but I'm not sure if I still have that ability to write.  To express myself effortlessly.  Surely I haven't thrown away the key in the midst of my (sometimes frantic) internal house cleaning?

The fear blocks my way.  What if I can't write any more? Writing has always been a way for me to figure out what I am feeling.  From the time I was a little girl, I kept journals and diaries.  Piles of them are still in a tote in my storage room.  Even in recent years, from time to time, I will pull out a notebook and write a letter that I may or may not ever send or give, or just pour out my thoughts in a written prayer to a God who I know is there but who probably can't hear my small, strangled voice.  Who knows?  Maybe He can make some sense out of my horrible handwriting.

I just read today that living Fearlessly really isn't a goal to reach for.  The goal is to learn to live with your fears, invite them along on the trip, know that they are bound to show up alongside courage and creativity, but don't allow them to make the decisions or drive the car on this road trip of life.  Reading that gave me the courage to sit down here and try to write out something that I've been thinking about.

I've been trying for years to find my way back to the girl I used to be.  The one who could write a blog post every day, no sweat.  The girl who was blithely happy and easy to be around.  The girl who always stepped outside and saw sunshine in the sky, even when it was cloudy.  The girl who, in retrospect, seems perfect to me and larger than life. 

Around the time I turned 30, that girl started to disappear.  Not all of a sudden, it was more subtle and quiet than that.  There wasn't any kicking or screaming, it was more of a slow melting into a pool of despair and sadness.  I'd spent my 20's getting married, having babies, working part time, and most of all, being FINE.  Always fine.  Emotionally, I was strong.  I could handle it all.  How do you do it?  people would ask.  I don't know, I'd say.  I just do. 

I wanted to please everyone around me, so I was a good wife, a good mother, a good bookkeeper.  If something I felt made someone else uncomfortable or unhappy, then guess what?  I could change. I didn't need to have needs.  Being heard is overrated and listening to your own inner guidance even more unnecessary.  Just do the next thing.  Feed the baby.  Smile. Make dinner. Smile. Fold the laundry. Smile.  Stuff the negative feelings.  Smile.  You're FINE.  Don't be weak.  Don't cause drama. Smile.

But the crack had started to give way to a gaping hole and my emotional duct tape and hot glue wasn't holding anymore.  All that emotion I'd been holding back?  It showed up in the form of despair and grey skies and detachment and personality change and chronic mind racing.  I felt desperate to figure out where that happy girl had gone.  And who had she dropped off in her place?  I felt like I didn't even know myself.  Who is this imposter who took over my life and my relationships and my emotions?  And how do I get rid of her?

One of the truths of life is that the way out is often through, not up or down or around.  So I trudged on.  Holding on to hope that eventually I would circle back around to where that girl was waiting and she'd say "Oh, there you are!  I've been looking for you!  So glad to so you.  Here, let me take over now" and everything would be FINE again.  I'd be happy.  I would see sunshine even when it was cloudy.

But that never happened. And I grew more and more frustrated in my journey of getting back to who I had been.  This was the ideal that I was chasing.

Here's the thing about life.  You don't go back.  You can't walk through the wilderness and come out the same.  You can't face your fears and look them in the eye and expect to be the same person after that encounter. You can't reach the end of yourself and not find someone bigger than you waiting to help you.  You can't learn to face your emotions instead of running from them and then expect not to feel anything but happiness.  You can't go through such difficult times that nurture qualities in you like grace and empathy and forgiveness and expect to go back to the land of judgment and having it all together and "what the heck is wrong with that person"?

This is the light that dawned for me and what I want to tell you all.  You can't go back, but you can accept that you can't go back.  You can't go back, but you can look back on your journey and see the good in it.  You can see ways that you have grown.  Strengths that have come from the difficulty.  And you can see the GOOD in that.

There is such a freedom in realizing that life is a journey of learning.  You don't travel the same path twice.  There are twists and turns and new experiences and challenges around every corner.  Sometimes the path is smooth and the day is clear and sunny, and other times the path is rocky and steep and full of dangers and scary monsters.  But the only choice is to keep on walking.  Otherwise, you die.

I needed to give up on the idea of  "getting back to how I used to feel" and know that maybe I've lost some of that blithe innocence of my twenties, but I've gained a lot of other things along the way.  I may never feel the way I used to feel back when I didn't let myself feel.  I may have more sadness in my eyes on days, but I also have more experience and more graciousness and more kindness.  I am not flawed.  I am not broken.  I do not need to strive to "go back" to what seemed to be a better place and time.

It's ok that I'm here.  That I am 36 years old and irrevocably altered by life. 

Come to think of it, I'm not sure I would want to go back if I could.  I'd rather move forward with more wisdom and grace and compassion for myself and for others. 

And honestly?  I think that girl from my twenties would approve.
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Thursday, September 18, 2014

What If...

I had barely hit the send button on the invites to my book project when I felt completely overwhelmed by emotion.

I found myself going to the kitchen and getting a slice of pizza and then a bowl of ice cream. Comfort foods, I guess.  We can learn so much about ourselves if we are conscious and observe the way we respond in situations and how we handle emotions.  In this case, turning to food for comfort. Yay! Another "issue" to be aware of.  I'm always happy when I discover those.  (italics is my sarcasm font)

I took my ice cream and went and sat outside on the porch swing in the warm September sun.  I wanted to cry.  Mostly because I am afraid.  Very afraid.

I've observed this...I may think that I don't have fears until I actually am in a situation where I have to face them.

You can talk for years about how you are not afraid of the dark if you always make sure to stay inside after dark with all the lights in the house turned on.  But you step outside that front door and actually face the darkness, you'll find those fears coming right to the surface.

Of what am I afraid, you might ask?

Here are some fears that I can verbalize in relation to this project I am embarking upon.

What if no one responds to my invite?  (This one was obviously an unnecessary fear and I was overhwhelmed and grateful for the response that I received from people yesterday. Thank you!)

What if the interviews are awkward and I ask all the wrong questions and people don't open up?

What if I fail at this whole thing and it just flops and nothing comes of it?  The biggest fear in this is that I will let myself down and confirm my fears that I am not meant for anything out of the ordinary.

What if I don't have the skills needed to pull this thing together?

What if I get into an interview and there is a lot of emotion and I say the wrong thing or come across as insensitive?

What if this project causes me to look into things in my own life that I'm not ready to deal with?

Something (God) prompted me to study the words "What If".  Could they spell something else backwards? (Not anything that made sense.)  But when I looked more closely, the words "what if", when re-arranged, spell "Faith" (with a leftover w - just to mess with my OCD tendencies).  Who knew??

That's the trade off I need to make.  Let go of all the "what if's" and have Faith.  I have no idea what all that looks like but I know that what it doesn't look like is certainty. 

Or, how about turning those "What if's" into positives instead of negatives?

What if someone's life is helped or healed in some way through sharing their story, maybe for the first time?

What if the book is published one day and it impacts even one life or helps one person to realize they are not alone?

What if this is the beginning of a great part of my journey and process towards wholeness and healing?

What if God is in all of this in a bigger way than I can imagine?

What if one other person is inspired to step out and pursue a dream that they've had in their heart?

What If versus Faith.   Like so very many things in life, its just a matter of perspective!
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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Here Goes Something...

I'm literally sitting here praying as I start to write "God, if you want me to do this, you're going to have to give me the words to say, because I feel scared and vulnerable and unqualified."

So...deep goes.

Have you ever had one of those ideas that hits you like a lightening bolt?  It's not the sort of idea where you think "Hey, maybe I should visit Florida someday."  No, it's more of a "this idea is not your own so you better sit up and listen" kind of thing.  Call it God or call it fate or intuition, but this happened to me about two months ago and this is what I want to tell you about.

I was sitting on my bed, watching Oprah interview someone who I am sure was saying something profound, although I can't recall what it was.

I was simultaneously reading a Facebook message from a friend, because I suck at doing one thing at a time. The message I was reading was a peek into the life of someone I have come to know in the last year.  It struck me that people often want to tell their stories but don't know how to share or how to write.  They are scared or sometimes even unable to find the words to express what is going on deep within. So their stories often stay inside of them, wanting air to breathe and to be given life outside of their own minds.

It hit me with incredible force that for all of the things that I am not good at and all of the insecurities that I carry around with me, there are some things that I am gifted with.

1)  I love to write.  Historically, at least.  As any of my blog followers would know, its been quite a while that I've been in a writing funk and I've written barely a word for the past year and a half.  So yeah, I'm a little rusty.  But friends and family have often told me that I have a gift for writing, so I am choosing to believe that.  Comparison is the thief of joy, we've all heard that saying. But comparison is also the thief of creativity and inspiration and daring, because there is always going to be someone better.  So I love to write. I'll never be the best but I have my own style and flavor, and maybe that's as good as it gets.

2)  I have a profound interest in the lives and stories of other people.  Nothing makes me come alive more than a great conversation where someone lets me in to their life to hear about their heartache and passion and fears and struggle and joy and success and pain.  Whatever their story is to tell, I want to hear it, I want to learn from it, and I want to empathize or rejoice with them.  I am fascinated by what makes people who they are.

3)  People seem to find me easy to talk to.  I will fairly often have someone say to me "I usually don't tell this to anyone, but..." or "I've never told anyone this before..."  I don't know for sure why this is, but I accept it and am grateful for it.

And here is where I feel extremely scared and vulnerable and all of the voices in my head say "This will never work. You're not good enough."  What do you think you have to offer?" and these voices are what has kept me from doing what I am doing now for the last two months.

But fueled by passion and Brene Brown's talk on "Daring Greatly" and a healthy dose of "she's just crazy enough to try this", this is the idea I want to put out there.

I want to write a book.  And I want you all to be part of it.  I want to tell my story and your stories.

I have a title in mind.  It is "Not that Different".  And the subtitle might be something like "How the holes in your soul let the light into mine."

Because connection and vulnerability are vital to all of us.  How many times have you finally opened up to someone about something you felt shame or guilt about and found out that you're not the only one?  And how healing is that to you?  I want to be a part of breaking down those barriers and maybe in my own small way, helping people to see that they aren't alone. They are not that different.  We're all connected and we all bleed red.  Secrecy and silence and judgment are the breeding ground for shame and for keeping us stuck in places we really don't want to be.

The stories and experiences of others have been so helpful to me over the years. I am always looking for threads and similarities and wondering how some people survive and even thrive while others struggle and struggle.  I look around and see people who are in similar circumstances but one has learned from their experience and moved on to become a better person while someone else is stuck there, maybe living in bitterness or anger.  I am a firm believer in the fact that I can learn something from every person that I come in contact with. 

Here's an even more vulnerable piece of this story, for me.  I want to hear your stories because I want to heal.  I've been in a place for the last two years where I have felt unhappy and alone.  Not always and to greater or lesser degrees, but I've been through the roughest spot of my life, by far. I've had to admit that I've dealt with depression.  I've had to face my feelings about myself and my worth, about my marriage, and about my many issues and weaknesses.  I've been "that girl" who has a heaviness about her and who needs counseling and who isn't even close to "figuring it out."  I'm learning to love myself and my process and to show myself grace and compassion.  And part of that process, for me, is the willingness to own my story and to tell it without shame. 

So here is the question I am posing to my friends, acquaintances, or even to strangers...Would you be willing to sit down with me and share your story?  I can't promise it won't be at all awkward, but I'll try to keep that to a minimum.  I will have some questions I can ask to get the conversation going. Anything you share will be kept in utmost confidence.  If and when there ever is a book, your story may be part of that, but I wouldn't use your real name or details that would reveal who you are if you're not ok with that.

This interview part of the process for the dream that I have to write this book is very exciting to me. The book may or may not ever happen.  That feels like a long way off to me and there are so many obstacles to overcome to ever get there.  But you've got to start somewhere.  And fear of the unknowns and the what if's is usually what keeps me from ever starting something that feels so unattainable to me.  I'm not exactly a "reach for the stars" kind of girl.  I'm more of a "if you don't have a 3-step plan of how you are going to accomplish it, don't even try" kind of girl. 

But I have faith that because of how this idea came to me, if it is supposed to happen, it will. But I've got to do my part and put myself out Faith.

If you want to be part of this project and would be willing to sit down with me for an interview (or, if you are not from my home area, you would like to do a phone interview) please message me or comment on here and let me know.   I would appreciate it a lot!

As they goes nothing!  Or maybe we'll get a chance to re-write that into "Here goes something!"

Peace out.
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Wednesday, July 2, 2014

{The Sweater}

Pain needs to be felt and experienced and walked through. Pain is a great teacher, but you can't sit in that classroom forever.

One day, unknowingly, I picked up the pieces of my pain and started knitting myself a sweater with the many fragments that were lying around.  It felt good to put them to use and get them organized into something that I could make sense of.  A sweater.

Not just a bunch of useless pieces of yarn lying around.  See, they do have a purpose!

After years of working on that sweater, it seemed too valuable to throw away or put aside. So I picked it up and turned it over in my hands and felt it's fabric.  I decided to wear it.  Just try it on for size and see if it suited me. 

It felt comfortable and cozy and it kept me warm and insulated from new and unexpected chills that I might experience.  No thank you, I don't need another sweater, I've got this one. 

Pain became who I was and how I experienced life and it even defined me as a person.  Who wants to be cold and feel alone?  Wouldn't you rather be wrapped up in a cozy layer of warmth that you spent years knitting...specifically for you and your needs?  Plus, it served as a barrier whenever someone wanted to get close enough to feel skin on skin.  I would pull the sweater tighter around me and hug myself and felt safe.

I couldn't give the sweater away. It would be ill fitting on anyone else.  I couldn't sell it.  No one would pay anything for it because, truth be told, I'm not that good at knitting. This was my first try. Yet to me, it was beautiful.  Everyone knew me as the girl with the hand knit sweater.

Who would I be if I quit wearing it?  How would people recognize me?  More importantly, how would I recognize MYSELF when I looked in the mirror?  I realized that I hadn't looked into my own eyes in ages.  When I would pass a mirror and glance at myself, I only saw the sweater. 

And then one day, I happened to look up and the sky wasn't completely grey anymore.  I saw a bit of blue peeking through.  A few months later, I stepped outside and was shocked to see that there was quite a bit of blue up there and I thought I maybe even saw a ray of sunshine trying to peek through the clouds.  I guess I hadn't looked up in a while.

In the same way that fall had imperceptibly turned into the long hard winter so many years before, spring was turning into summer.  The days were getting warmer.  The grass was turning green.

There came a day, not too terribly long ago, when I walked outside, my sweater wrapped loosely around me. 

And then I realized...the sun is too warm!  The day is too bright!  This sweater has no purpose anymore.  I took it off.  Nothing terrible happened. In fact, I felt better. Lighter.  More hopeful.

I didn't throw it away.  But I might.  I'm afraid the nights will still be cold and I might need it. But I'm thinking maybe I could find some sort of a light jacket that I am not so attached to.  Maybe I'll just snuggle with my kids or with my husband when I get cold.  Maybe I'll use a blanket temporarily. 

For now, its in the back of my closet.  Sometimes when I go in there for a pair of sandals or shorts I take a look at it.  Its been such a part of my life.  I stop and run my fingers over it. I feel its soft and worn yarn.  I smile a sad smile and shake my head. 

And then I step out into the sunshine and look up at the blue sky.  And I find that I feel fine.  No, more than fine.  I feel something almost like joy.
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Sunday, January 19, 2014


Years ago, Emily Dickinson wrote a poem that went like this:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
I can relate.  I especially love the part about the tune without the words because I feel like often hope is unable to be expressed, or, if you were to try, some part of it would be lost.
Back in July of last year, God gave me this verse to hang on to and for quite a while, it felt like the only ray of hope I had.
It was Isaiah 43:19.   "Behold, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs forth; do you not perceive and know it and will you not give heed to it? I will even make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert."
I don't know about you, but I don't think I've ever seen a river in a desert.  At least, if there is one, its a miracle.  And I just kept thinking "If He can do that, He must be able to, somehow, someway, heal my heart and deal with my issues."
I have never in my life had so much to say but no words to say it.  When I try to explain what I have been going through, I just falter and stumble and can't get the words together in a way that makes sense to even myself, much less anyone else.
It feels lonely.  I feel misunderstood a lot.  But I am thinking that may be part of the hope.  I don't need to be understood, because HE gets me. And there is peace in that.
I am learning that all of those things that I had been told all my life:
"God is good"
"Just trust Him"
"He is our only Hope"
"Jesus cares"
They are true.
I just needed a different door to open to those truths so that I could see them in a new light and make them start to make sense to me.  Sometimes we block love in ways that we don't have the tools to understand until we face the fears that are keeping the blocks in place.
One of the most profound thing I have read in the last while is this:
"The miracle we want is most often a change in our perception."  We need to pray "God, I am willing to see this situation differently."  All He needs is a willing heart and He can take care of the rest.
I've changed so much that some days I don't even recognize myself.  Even the title of my blog "An Extrovert Expounds" -- strikes me as ironic because I'm not even sure I am still an extrovert and I haven't "expounded" on anything in a long time.
To go through a valley so deep and wide that it feels like when you come out on the other side, people don't even recognize you or who you've become, is one of the strangest experiences I have had in my lifetime thus far.
But underneath it is all the beginnings of this deep settled-ness and peace.  Around the edges of the lonely there is a ray of sunshine.  Against the backdrop of the shadows there is a hint of dawn. And that feels like hope to me.
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Wednesday, October 16, 2013

When You have Nothing to Give

I haven't written a blog post in almost 6 months.

Well, I tried once back in July and honestly, what came out when I sat down to write was so desperate and sad and raw that I couldn't bring myself to let the rest of the world see that much pain and vulnerability.

I have gone through the toughest year of my life.  I shouldn't even use past tense here because really, I could say that I am still going through the toughest year of my life.  Except that soon it will be more than a year.

I don't know how to sum up, for the curious or concerned reader, what all has gone on with me.

You could call it an identity crises.  You could call it losing my way.  You could call it "the emotional oblivion of my twenties catching up to me."  Either way, what I have gone through and am going through stripped me of a lot of things that I cared about. 

I wanted to share this for those of you who have a friend who might be going through something similar. I want to tell you, from my perspective, what a friend who is going through a really rough time might need from you.

You see, I've always been that friend who puts lot of effort into a relationship.  I value my friends greatly. I make sure to call. To message. To let my friends know what they mean to me.  That's how I roll and that's what my friends are used to when they think of me.

But this past year has brought me to a place where I simply just to invest in my girlfriend relationships. It bothered me. I didn't know how to handle it.  I felt like a bad friend. I tried to keep up, but I cannot describe it any differently than that I was simply stripped of the energy needed to maintain friendships in the way that I have always thought they should be maintained and cared for.

I can see good in it.  I think throughout my life I have relied too much on my friends, going to them instead of to my own spirit or to God.  Seeking out answers from my friends when those answers were actually somewhere deep inside of me.  I just needed to dig for them and trust that I knew the way.

I know I hurt some friends in this process. I know there were some that did not understand why I had changed so much.  Heck, I didn't understand it, so how could I explain it to them.  Others had been in my shoes at one time or another in life and understood that this is a season and I'll eventually come through it.  Not unchanged, necessarily, but maybe finding a balance in my relationships that is somewhere nearer to healthy.

The following is what I want to say to you, if you currently or some day in the future find yourself in this kind of a situation with a friend.  I am speaking from my own experience and I recognize that everyone is different, so be sensitive to that, but this is what I wanted from my friends in this past year.

*Don't give up on me.  I'm still me and I'll come through this eventually.

*Don't take my lack of engagement personally!!  It is not meant that way at all and I just feel guilty if you take it that way.

*Give me space to not talk about things if I don't want to.  Let me sit with my pain but let me know that you are there for me if/when I do want to talk.

*Send me a message to say you miss me.  Write me a card.  Even if I seem wooden in my responses to that, it means the world to me.

*Pray for me.  Lots.

*Be secure enough in our friendship that you will be able to trust that it will return to something resembling normal one day.  Continue to engage with me as you can. But know also that I will understand if my lack of engagement changes the dynamics of our relationship a bit.

*Don't be afraid of my struggles when I do want to talk.  Don't let the depths of my struggle and the craziness that is going on in my head make you run away.  I need you! 

*Allow me to grow and change, just as I hope I allow you to grow and change.  Try to understand, if you can.  Your acceptance of my issues is a balm to my soul.

*Love me unconditionally.  You loving me even when I have nothing to give means the world to me. But do it in a way that feels authentic to you. 

I know this may sound self-centered, but I don't mean it that way.  This is just some advice from a girl whose been there and wants to help others who may have a friend in this kind of need.

Who knows?  Maybe she'll come through all of the difficulties and be a person who knows how to love more fully.  Maybe she'll be a better friend in the end.  Maybe she'll be there for you when the tables are turned.

And maybe not.  But you'll know that you loved her well through it all.

PS -- I could list names and specifics of things that friends have said and done and how they have been there for me in this season of my life.  I am so grateful for that!! Whether giving a listening ear and just walking with me through all of this, sending me a card or a message, just plain showing grace and understanding, it all matters and I will not forget your loyalty and love! 
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