Yesterday I found out what having true friends means.
I went back to the community where I spent two and a half years. When I went back in may I found it difficult because I was not in the right frame of mind. But yesterday I was welcomed back with love and compassion. I went to help them.
For the first time I felt like I was meant to go there. Everyone treated me like I was wanted and loved and part of the family. I went to help in the kitchen and didn’t expect to stay for supper.
I stayed and was thanked for helping out. I did leave early only because I was tired. The most heartening thing was the way every said they wanted to see me more often.
These people have been there when I was at my lowest and they are true friends.
I have not been the best friend to them but now I will be.