Having a love-life is a wonderful thing. I was blessed with a pretty good love-life for about 2 years. After it up and walked away without warning, I have been trying to focus on the other things I am blessed with. Often, I describe myself as being 20% of a whole person. I lost the majority of my friends, along with the person I gave the majority of my free time. If I had to guess, I would say that 80% of my life is different. Notice that I said different. It's not a bad thing, it's just different. While it hurts to know that the boy gave up on me, it is okay. He deserves happiness just as much as I do.
Throughout my healing process, one thing hasn't changed. I have a couple of the most amazing friends in the world. For a while, I doubted them. We didn't spend a lot of time together and I worried it was because they didn't care. I could not have been more wrong. The second that I needed them, they were there. Even people, I didn't know where my friends came to support me. Every Thursday night, I go out with my Education friends. There is nothing that I look forward to more and it gets me through the week.
Yesterday, I was having a bit of anxiety and my Education best friend called to remind me that I'm not alone. She hardly knows my story but somehow she knew just what to say. I am finding that whenever I start to doubt myself, there is also someone there to push me forward. The new group of people that I have been surrounded by is proving to be an amazing addition to my life.
My college best friend hasn't left my side since the day I met her. I thought I would have scared her off by now, but she is always finding new ways to amaze me. One day, I hope to be able to pay her back for all the love and support she has shown me.
Having such wonderful people in my life reminds me that my life is wonderful. I might have a lot of problems and a few unfinished battles, but I have a lot going for me. Rather than counting my struggles, I am going to start counting my blessings.
To the amazing friends who have stuck by me through this process, I love you.
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