With Open Arms

Just Breathe

So I started a new job a couple days ago, and for my first shift I spent three hours getting to know the girl who I’m replacing.

After about half an hour we had rushed through small talk and were openly talking about things we had each endured. In a matter of minutes we realized how similar we both were. We’re the same age, we’d both been hurt in similar ways and we were both suffering and healing in similar ways.

The things we spoke about aren’t typically topics that come up in normal conversation.

Yet we were talking about rape, abuse, depression and anxiety at ease. We were talking about our own experiences and how we got to where we are without any real hesitation.

To some that may sounds crazy. I think it’s beautiful.

Being abused and hurt has given me this incredible ability to connect with people.

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