It was one fine Monday evening. My best friend and I were at Cafe Mary Grace having early dinner, sipping our Sangrias, and chatting to our hearts’ extent.
We were exchanging stories – catching up on the things we haven’t talked about and rehashing the ones we already have.
We recalled being at the same restaurant some 6 months back, talking about going on a trip to Europe together. We talked then about London, Paris and Dublin. When we felt the idea was quite far-fetched, we settled with just going on a shopping spree somewhere in Asia – like Hongkong or Singapore.
That was six months ago. It’s now early April and the farthest we have been to together this year so far is, well, this mall. We laughed at the realization.
We laughed and giggled a lot over dinner. It was a light evening spent with a friend.
Everything was all good.
I have recently been invited to join this discussion group for women on Facebook. It was a closed group and the members were strictly women only. The group was set-up to serve as an avenue where women can discuss motherhood and womenhood. Members of the group can ask parenting questions on child rearing, kids’ education, health matters, you name it. Members may also advertise their businesses, ask for contacts or referrals.
Women helping other women. Mothers reaching out to other mothers.
I joined the group mainly for the network. I felt it was a good place to get information on things I may need or stuff I am looking for.
A member may also opt to post anonymously, meaning the group admin will be the one to upload the question or inquiry to hide the identity of the person involved. Most of these Anonymous Posts pertain to Family Relationships, Issues or Problems.
I don’t always read the posts, especially the long ones, but there was this one post last week that somewhat struck me. It was a desperate cry for help.
This female – a wife and a mother – was asking the group if she can be referred to a center which can help her fight her depression. She said she has been feeling very low for quite some time now and that no one, not even her husband nor her “friends” seem to understand nor take her seriously.
For her to reach out to a group of strangers, I could only surmise how lost and alone she must be feeling. I truly felt sorry for her.
And then I remembered my girl friends, and I can’t help but be thankful that I have them.
No one should go through life alone.
I believe that friendship is a product of shared time, experiences, trust and love. I also believe that not everybody can be your friend… But you know that they are real friends when they stick by you through thick or thin. They love you, they are loyal, and you are confident that they will have your back at all times.
I may not have a gazillion friends, but I know who I can share my laughter and heartaches with… who will listen as I rant about petty stuff and who will rant along with me…
I know who shares my “self-righteousness” and who won’t judge me when I judge others… I have friends I can dream of going to South of France with – the same ones who will don a Japanese schoolgirl outfit with me on a dare…
I know whom I can bare my heart and soul to… the ones who believe in me even more than I believe in myself – the same ones who will keep pushing me to go after a dream.
And these are the same people I know I will stick my neck out for when the need arises.
If you are feeling lost and alone, reach out to a friend. It may be your sister, your mom, or, okay, even your spouse. A friend may be someone you have known all your life, like an old schoolmate or a cousin, or maybe someone you met in Church.
I believe we don’t need a hundred friends. A handful of loyal ones will do.
They are the ones who share your joy when good things happen. They are also the ones who will be with you, who will listen, hold your hand, and pray with you at your time of need.
Because life is not always easy… and NO ONE should go through life alone.
And good times get better when shared with people you love.
Proverbs 17:17 “A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.”
photos are all mine 🙂