Self-doubt almost consumed her. She struggled to hold on. She grasped at straws most of the time and just when she thought she was pulling herself to safety, something sent her over the abyss again. She cut herself off from society for she thought healing on her own helped. Perhaps it does help some other but it just deepened her wounds. She bled slowly.
Her friends begged entry into her shell. They screamed and scratched; ordered and pleaded to be allowed into her confidence. She tried to let them in but bitter lessons from prior experiences made it close to impossible.
Until they forced her to go out to celebrate with them.
It was the birthday she did not want to celebrate but they were insistent that they did. They put together for her a time capsule. Memories they had together flooded her veins and made her feel warm with love. A note addressed to her by them told her frankly how she needed to believe in herself more for she was simply worth it all. It spoke of the admiration they have for her.
They chose to stick with her during her hardest trying to help her.Succeeding in a way too.
That is when, as she sat at the lunch table, laughing senseless at something someone said that she realised that she shouldn’t let the past cloud her present. She decided to lower her guard for when she was amongst them; she saw no need for it.
She let them in.
It felt good.
She went back home that day feeling a little lighter.
She had found a ledge to pull herself back over the top.
“She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It’s good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.”
Reported by Trishima Reddy