Talk, Talk it Out

I am a very verbal processor. I tend to do much better when I talk out my problems. I think the hardest part of losing my best friend has been the lack of someone to process with. It’s been bad lately (in terms of me having stuff I need to process), and, let’s face it, Mike can only listen to me talk through things so much. Today has been especially bad. I tried to call one of my friends, really the only person I could call to discuss what I have been thinking about, and her cell phone died right away.

I know when this happens that I need to take it to God. I would be much happier if he were sitting here in the room.

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