I only have time for one post this week, so I'm tossing the rule book out for today. Social Butterfly's room has art and photographs all over--pictures and words that make her happy and lift her spirits and evidence of the happiness of good times with good friends.
Through the magic that is the internet, I have become friends with a young woman in Texas. Her eating disorder is decades old and very entrenched. She knows the odds are not in her favor. She desperately wants to live, but is facing the prospect that desire alone might not be enough. So far, nothing she's tried has worked and resources are not unlimited, so she's trying on her own, doing the best she can in difficult circumstances.
I have lots of friends in real life and on the internet--enough of them to know that my internet friends are just real life friends I don't technically know in real life. I have felt real pain from a loss that by all rights should have been somewhat remote to me. Yet, my self-protective instinct is not as strong as my call to walk beside this young woman--to be a voice of hope, not judgment. Of empathy, not blame. Of validation, not codemnation.
In my ideal world, the two of us kayak someday--both of us healthy--and then share a picnic lunch.
Even if that doesn't happen, she still needs people to bear witness and encourage her, to celebrate the steps she does make, the bites she does take. To let her know her silliness brings a smile to someone's face. To teach her that you never leave a triple-triple open in Words. She needs friends and I am happy to be one of them.
Whether you're a prayer person, an in-your-thoughts-person or a good juju person (like me), her name is Jenny and I'd appreciate if you could send some love her way.