I have been scared out of my mind for a friend of mine these last couple weeks, but I’ve been doing my best to stay rooted in the positive. I’ve been cheerleading and logical, supportive and encouraging, but on the inside I have been freaking the hell out.
I hate when shitty things happen to marvelous people, but I am hoping there is wisdom in all this mayhem. I believe it is a turning point for my friend, a time to choose a path, but it’s still hard to stand by, helpless.
I’m sending up positive intentions, lighting a candle, and hoping for the very best, because that’s all I know to do. Scary stuff sucks; feeling helpless sucks.