Some days I just need my Black Sheep.
Every once in a while, I stumble off the path I was so dutifully following and find myself lost in a forest so thick you can't see even a pinprick of sunlight. When I realize just how lost I've allowed myself to become, I panic. The world starts to spin and I cling to the ground as tight as I can...lest I be jettisoned into space to float in limbo for eternity.
Enter my Black Sheep.
Over many years (more than 2 decades now) I have been lucky enough to find a handful of people who have made a monumental impact on my life and who seem destined to make that same level of impact on the world as a whole. They have the ability to save people using only thoughts and words. They are able to understand that sometimes you need to drop everything and be there for someone. They understand that saying one simple phrase carefully and meaningfully can be the difference between life and death. And they are very good at their jobs.
I consider us kindred spirits.
They are my Black Sheep, and only they know who they are.
Thank you each for being here for me. For coming running when I cry out in frustration or sadness. You each remind me that I am loved. And I love you all to pieces in return. I am here for all of you, always faithful.
Anytime. Anywhere. All you need to do is think of me and I'll be right there by your side.
Mother and wife by day, psych RN by night. So many different ways to view life. I try to take everything in and be very slow to judge.