Being Worthy, The Other Side of Loneliness, An Unfortunate Human Condition
Have you ever sat down in a dimly lit room, after the house becomes eerily quiet and realize that ideas you once believed simply no longer apply to your life? I once believed a shared history could make a friendship; a friendship entrenched in such deep ways that it would always be a part of my life. Many times over the years, I allowed myself to feel hurt and encumbered by people. People I led myself to believe were in my life with good intentions, coming from a place of wholeheartedness, and trueness, but the rays of goodness never could quite outshine an inescapable heaviness. Sometimes the heaviness is recognized rather quickly and other times it can take years to see the light. In an utmost moment of clarity, I found myself caught completely off guard. I was simply sitting in my favorite chair, my feet kicked up on the ottoman, I was enjoying a gentle sip of hot tea from the ceramic mug that was warming my hands, and the truth began to speak like whispers in my mind. I grappled