"Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them out."— George Eliot
I read this quote (among several others) on a friend's blog, Ascending Together Daily, and it touched me deeply. It got me reflecting on the past few days and how much I want to feel better. It got me thinking about how many friends and readers have reached out to me because I've made sure to write without hiding the truth. The comfort I am experiencing has been inexpressible. No, I have not been magically cured of my emotional wounds; however, I have to acknowledge how supported and lifted I have been by every person who has lent kind words and happy thoughts.
The encouragement to keep writing has been completely surprising actually. I don't like when I write negative things. I don't like where my mind is that it can honestly feel so terribly sad. I have food, clothes, a home, a very nice car, four amazing children, a fabulous job that I adore, and the list goes on. I feel like I should be able to find joy no matter what.
All of that said, I always anticipate people rejecting my writing that is saturated in sadness. And yet—I receive a windfall of encouragement every single time. It's like I have memory loss in this area or something. I forget how deeply the ranks file for my success.
I have been so comforted. Thank you from the bottom of my ever purple loving heart.