I was a mess, not just a hot mess, but a broken, snot-nosed, I can’t catch my breath mess. Will I ever learn? What’s wrong with me? Why am I so displeased with myself? I want to be different, but… How can anyone love me when I can’t seem to love myself?

@WriteLovey

Does any of this sound familiar? This is part of my story, and I know there are many that can relate. This is also part of my first book (well, actually my second book I’ve written, fully) and as it’s in the second draft, there’s still quite a way to go…

But the glorious news is there has always been someone in my corner. There has always been someone who loves me like no other. So completely, so thoroughly that even my flaws, even my mistakes, even the horrifying things I have done or will do in anger are all known and can and have been all forgiven, even forgotten.

Isn’t that what we all want? At least one person who knows all of our flaws, all the things we have done wrong, and all of our good things, too, but they still not only just accept us, but love us completely?!

Someone who knows us, laughs with us, cries with us, plans with us, dreams with us, hopes with us, stays with us, and never leaves us, accepts us, and loves us like a parent should, like a best friend does, and like a brother or sister, or a lover does.

This describes my best friend, ever!

All of this is in my book… stay tuned.