I prefer the facade I live behind. The one where I'm capable and confident. Not easily rattled and most important - self-sufficient.
I found myself mulling over and over the answers I had, but which refused to come out of my mouth in an orderly fashion.
The shole scenario would play out in my head in repeat mode. The quiet moment spent a million miles away.
Worry, self-loathing, and disbelief tinted my attempt at normalcy.
I finally realized that I needed to be the one to ask for help.
Hear me.
Help me.
I never ask. I suffer in silence usually.
Uncomfortable in peeling back a layer or two, I hesitantly reach out.
Secretly wishing for no answer.
I let go the words and they found an ear. My anxiety abated finally.
I walked away feeling bolstered, I put my trust in someone who is unable to soften the blow and had the reputation for being brutally honest.
It matters not what the words were. It matters that they were spoken with the true friendship laced in.
Days later I find myself grateful for such a person in my life.
