I Have the Best Friends!
Sharing is caring and other wonderful thoughts.
One of the most remarkable parts of my story is how many friends I have gathered over the years. I remember early in my therapy journey as my therapist began to catch a glimpse of the deep well of trauma I held inside of me, she commented on how many friends I had and how loved I was. I know she was trying to help me see the good parts of my life, but there was also a sense of how rare it was that the layers of betrayal trauma had not impacted my ability to make friends. Now I know that making friends was my survival strategy—a well-honed one that has filled my friendship cup to overflowing. For this, I am thankful!
Many of my friends are also working hard to help people heal. Some are here on this Substack platform. I need to share when they delight me with their posts! Who posts a title like, “Seeing Snuffy?” My friend Brian—who was delayed in meeting me on Zoom one day because he was putting his baby down for a nap! He climbed several rungs on my “real men” ladder that day!
This is a great read. I did not know this story about Sesame Street! What an amazing example of how to do better when we know better.
I hope you enjoy this as you pause to rest during this busy week!
