Seven years ago today a friend and I walked into a pub. That might sound like the opening line to a joke but it’s not — although it was a great night with plenty of laughter. I count that evening as a turning point for me in many ways. An important step in my personal and mental health journey.
At the time, I was learning to open up, engaging with like-minded people and organisations locally after having focused for a long time on services and folk local to Fran, three thousand miles away across the Atlantic in Maine.
I made a new friend that evening. We’ve had our ups and downs but I’m happy and proud to call her my friend today. And the friend I walked into the pub with? Oh, we’re strong. With her, I’ve learned so much. About friendship. About mental health. About myself. I’m very proud of us too. And Fran. What can I say? I’ve never known a friendship like ours.
We don’t always know which steps are going to prove the most important in our lives. But sometimes it’s possible to look back and think. Yes. That one was.
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