There is something sacred that happens when you tell the truth and someone whispers back, me too. Last week, I shared about my fear of friendship. I wrote about how I have kept most people at arm’s length, how I’ve trusted my husband deeply but stayed cautious around others. How healing feels slow. Tender. Like something you inch toward with hope and hesitation. I did not expect what came next.

Messages. DMs. Comments. People who said, You too? Me too.
And something cracked open inside of me.

Those two words, you too can undo a world of loneliness. They soften the ache. Break the lie that we are the only ones. They remind us we are in the same boat. That we are not strange or broken beyond repair. That our stories echo each other more than we think.

I had believed my wounds made me unfit for real friendship. That something about me disqualified me from connection. But here came these voices; gentle, brave, and kind. Others who had been hurt. Others who are slowly, bravely, making their way back to the table, too.

It changed everything.

That is the power of shared stories. The courage to speak and the grace to listen. It reminded me that I am not the only one who longs for belonging but carries scars. And maybe, just maybe, healing begins when we realize we are not alone in our ache.

So today I am asking:
When have you experienced comfort knowing you were not alone?
What happened when someone whispered, You too?

Gracefully yours,

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Reference
Niequist, S. (2024). Celebrate Every Day. Zondervan.