I’m Sorry

A lot of you know I’ve had my head in a book, either with editing or school, since last October, so I’ve missed a lot of your lives. A. Lot. And for that, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you if you needed me. All you had to do was ask and I’d have dropped everything. Some of you know this.

I know life moves quickly, and you can’t always think straight when shit happens. Believe me when I say that when my mother gets ill or ends up in the hospital, I lose a bit of what little sanity I have left. Gods help me the day she dies. I know that a lot of you don’t realize the type of friend I am, so you don’t think to ask. I also know that sometimes, just sometimes, you want to be alone with whatever’s happened. I get that, more than you probably realize. But, I’m still here for you. I always will be. I do this because I’ve had people be there for me. I do it because I want to be there, to help if I can, even if that just means listening.

So if I’ve missed any event in your lives–good or bad–for the past several months, I’m sorry. It’s a pitiful apology, but it’s all I have. And I want you to know that.

For those of you having a rough time because Life is being a mega bitch, just remember this…

Whether or not you believe it, it’s true. My g-ma Ethel used to always say, “Things will get better.” I like to add, “They may get worse before they get better, but they will get better.” Life is a mindfuck of a roller coaster, folks. Sometimes you just have to let go of the safety bar, put your hands in the air, and scream. It sounds terrifying, but it’s not. I believe everything happens for a reason. At times, it seems like the reasons are fucked all to hell and back, but there is a reason.

And one of these days, I’ll write a post about that.