Cheers
Over three months ago I walked into a living room filled to capacity with complete strangers. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweaty. I didn’t make eye contact with anyone. I had walls built up so tall and they were so strong….Not to be torn down by anyone within 15 miles of that room. I was a complete mess that night.
For the next 13 weeks I continued to go back to that living room and eventually the strangers began to look familiar. The numbers dwindled to about 7 or 8 consistent faces and all of our walls slowly crumbled. Our conversations included words like Forgiveness, Healing, Loneliness, Anger, Depression, Reconciliation and overall Survival….. We shared our stories and boxes of Kleenex. Emotionally challenging doesn’t even begin to explain my last few months of Thursday nights.
Last night, we sat in that now very familiar room one last time. There was cookie cake, genuine laughter and tears (that now meant something completely different). It amazed me how far each and every one of us had come. From the lady that couldn’t even hear the word “divorce” without tearing up to now being about to have a very in depth conversaton about moving forward with a smile. And the guy who wept as he told us his unthinkable story who eventually became the class clown and one of the groups favorites. We all grew, we all found some healing, we all found some forever friends.
The evening came to a close as all of us toasted to surviving the 13 weeks, and more importantly, to the endless possibilities of the future.
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