Hopita (hopita) wrote,
Hopita
hopita
Yesterday was intense, and ended with a long, emotional, in-depth and wholly unexpected conversation.

A lot of moments from that talk are percolating inside my brain, but there's one in particular that keeps jumping out at me:

I was crying, upset, feeling very vulnerable and said something along the lines of "I keep turning to my friends for help, but it feels like nobody's helping me." Once I said it, though, I realized (and said) the even sadder truth: that none of my friends are able to help me because they're all in as much trouble as I am.
Tags: crying, friends, h.w.s.r.n., help
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