Daddysredhead
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Joined: 11/6/2005 From: Northern (yet still part of the South) Virginia Status: offline
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Dearest poen, Kind lady, you may never know how your words have touched my heart. Thank you for being so open with me and the others on here who also benefit from what you have written. I can say that the ladies on this board are some of the most remarkable and incredible people I have yet to meet face to face, but feel in my heart that I can call them friends and treasures. I am a most lucky girl to have you wonderful women in my life, and I am truly grateful. I was telling someone earlier that I opened up to one of my oldest and dearest friends today about what scares me and how will I be able to deal with those things. We have been there for each other for 27 years, though often not in person, but in spirit and cards, letters, emails... but when necessary, we are right there for one another, hugging and crying through it all. I have always respected her for her intelligence and strength and for who she is. She and I have always stayed close, even when other friendships that seemed so much closer have faded away. I told her part of my scary stuff, not all, but some. I knew she was a safe person to tell, because she was able to tell me something last week that I'm sure no one else on this earth knows. I was stunned at her pain, that she always hides away from others, and sometimes from me. I never knew how bad things were for her last year, how intolerable her life felt for a time, and when she told me... I felt the most enormous outpouring of compassion for my dearest friend. I wanted to hug her and cry with her. She wasn't less of a person to me because she had frailties and times that made her feel like she couldn't last another day. She was just my friend, who has been friends with me since we were 11 years old, the girl who sat next to me in every class we had together for 7 years. She was someone who needed to tell me what she had told no one else, and I loved her even more for sharing her burden with me, and trusting me with that information. I just knew that if she was that open with me, I could be that open with her, and I was. I am glad that I told her because seeing it written out in an email to her allowed me to process a little bit more what it was that I felt. I know that there are voices that taunt me, but many of them are unclear, and I'm not sure who is saying what. Part of my dilemma, for years and years, has been not knowing where the voices came from and who is saying the bad things to me. The last conversation I had with my mother before she died, I asked her if she could remember anything happening when I was little that would've started this mean streak that has tried to defeat me all my life, and she couldn't remember anything. I've asked my dad and he doesn't know of anything either. I've also asked one of my sisters, to no avail. One day, I hope to figure out who is talking to me, and maybe I'll be able to make some sense out of all the confusion and hurt feelings that I tend to bring on myself. Thank you again, poen. You have been a tender soul here and I am blessed. ~ Red
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Founding Member, Clan of the Scarlet O'Hair-a's Do not challenge me to a battle of wits & come to fight unarmed. Are you really that stupid? ~ Bless your heart 13th doughnut
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