Whispers of Hope
Inspired by The New York Times’ Tiny Love Stories, these are micro-stories to remind me that I have a beautiful life, I have people who love me and whom I love, even when sometimes, this dark shadow that falls over me wants me to believe otherwise.
Up until a few months ago, we barely saw each other. We’ve been friends since we were 4 years old but life got in the way, taking us on different paths. But at my lowest, W reminded me that I still have her, that she has always been rooting for me, that I have never lost the very essence that makes me special. W helped me heal the lost child within me. And she sang me a song.
I’ve been dismissed, undermined, and made to look as the bad guy. But the people who matter, people I didn’t even realize believe in me, reached out, letting me know that I’m doing the right thing, that they admire my empathetic leadership. V said he understands where I’m coming from, H messaged that she looks up to me, E called to say I should stand up for myself, J and J said they appreciate me. And for them, I’m eternally grateful.
