Talk to Me

I so desperately want to help you. You seem so lost, so confused. And you're reaching out, you're crying for help. You may say you're not, but what I witnessed proves that you want help. I know because six months ago I was in the place you are now.

We were never extremely close, but we were on our way there. Things kept getting in the way. Looking back, maybe that was for the best. But I am not opposed to opening back up again.

I want you to know that I am here for you, no matter what you decide, no matter how you choose to handle things. I support you. And I will listen when you decide that you want to open up. I promise upon my life that everything will stay between us. I'm not the type of person who would tell your business to others.

I am not as put together as I appear. Don't be afraid of talking because you think I won't understand or that I'll judge you. Believe me, I have been through much more than you realize. Chances are, I will understand. By a rule, I do not judge others. Who am I to cast the first stone? Like I said, I have been through much more than you realize.

Let me help you. All you have to do is open the lines of communication. I am here. Talk to me.