Good Friends...

When I was growing up my grandmother would come to visit about every 5 years.
I would get so much attention. I felt truly loved, care for & valued. When she left, my heart would break. I would cry but no one would console me. I wanted to be friends with everyone, even if they were mean-I would look past it. This became the way I would perceive every personal relationship. I would like some one & my world revolved around them. I got used & abused & still I would not let go-unless the person disappeared. Now, after a lot of help, I am very careful in who I befriend-so when I do not feel so great I just keep to myself. I am choosing to break that pattern & have succeeded in many ways. I do not have to have a lot of friends, I need real, loving, caring kind ones.

There is always Hope!  Be a friend to everyone, however, be sure they are a friend in return.  Stay away form mean/destructive people.

You Are Worth So Much!

God Bless

J Christian S