One of the worst jobs I ever had was working as a bank teller. I had to be on the front lines of a not-so-great corporation and deal with adult temper tantrums on a daily basis. For an optimist with anxiety, it was emotionally draining work, to say the least.
One of my dear friends had her heart broken this week. It’s difficult to see her in so much pain because, like most of us, I’ve been there. As I tried to think of ways to comfort her, I thought back to my past breakups. What did my friends do that actually helped?
Life is quite a wild ride. One that I wouldn’t want to take on my own.
There are so many things I’ve wanted to say to you, but just couldn’t put into words. Emotions I’ve felt that don’t have a label assigned to them.
I will never understand the people that hurt you. How they could give up someone that loves as beautifully as you, is beyond me.