In all this craziness, I am convinced that opening our home to others, in the midst of the chaos of life, is so worth it.

For a while, I followed the lie that I wasn’t needed. It was a naturally born conclusion, one I discovered one day when I looked up and saw my life-path segmented into blank blocks waiting to be filled by someone else. I continued walking, waiting for friends, family, or even strangers to magically fly into the spaces, to “need” me. 

We’ve forgotten that oftentimes togetherness is what most heals us. 

I wanted to write these words to remind you that a few people is still a community.

I was reminded in this fast-paced, filtered, social media world that real friendship is more than just strangers who like your Instagram photos and only see your highlight reel. 

Books bring all kinds of wonders into the world, and one of those is the way they open avenues to connection and community. If you’re looking for closer connections, you might consider starting a book club.

I want to talk to you—the one looking for deeper connections as you walk towards healing. As I’ve struggled with my own mental health, I have found that it is crucial to cultivate friendships with people who ask how I’m doing and pause to listen to my answer.