Have you ever met someone who you just felt a connection with? A stranger of softs, someone I met online, on a Facebook mums group.
This woman was like any other mother on my group, yet over time I came to realise we shared so many similarities.
We talked, we chatted about everyday things, the fact she stalked me with a cat picture, ranting about the men in our life and our kids, she like me has a larger than normal family and we got on well. The use of a mobile prevented this mum from explaining to more about her life, why she fought to trust and never felt accepted.
I agreed to give her my home address, she felt that writing to me and just telling someone would help her deal with her demons. This is what she did. The letter arrived and I am not ashamed to say I cried. The horrific abuse and crap that had happened in her life was not the reason I cried.
I cried because this women, the one I had met online trusted me, she had never trusted anyone since being screwed over and let down so many times, she opened her heart to me and fearing that I could judge her and unfriend her, she still bore her soul to me.
That touched me.
The thing about our online friendship is it’s a two way system, no matter what crap she is dealing with if I need her she is there.
I was going through a very difficult time and one morning a gift arrived in the post, out dropped a silver coin, an angel of courage coin. That coin has been with me when I needed that extra push to do something or I rub it when I am afraid and it helps me.
Another time she sent me a charm bracelet, she did not just go out and buy me a bracelet, she personally choose a variety of charms that had a special meaning to me.
That charm bracelet I wear when leaving the house is too difficult for me, I turn the charms and remind myself I am strong and I can fight this anxiety.
Angie, who admins for me came to visit me a few weeks ago, the group had contributed a few pounds each to buy me a gift, a very beautiful gold chain with a guardian angel locket, with a personal inscription engraved onto the back. I have never taken it off. This woman was one of those who wanted to help buy it. I believe the guardian angel idea would have been hers.
This women has no idea how much she changed my life, that simple act of kindles, has enabled me to face obstacles that normally prevent me from leading a normal everyday life.
Clutching that coin, wearing that chain and looking at those charms reminds me I am needed, loved and respected. I fight for so many women, I fight for myself too.
This woman has contributed to the blog, shared some of her experiences and has helped hundreds of others. She has no idea how many other women have read her experiences and have related to them.
I want her to know how much she has helped me; I don’t see her past, her mental illness, her horrific abusive past. I see a loyal and loving woman who I love and respect and I am very proud of her. She is strong and inspiring and this woman is my friend.