This PostSecret postcard reminded me of that day. That fateful day I sat on the toilet seat, in a shopping centre. Sobbing my heart out, unable to curb the tears, the grief, the shuddering. To Cynthia, the stranger who spoke to me through the door, offering hope, kindness, an outstretched hand when I needed it the most, thank you. Thank you for your words, your time, for the fingers you ran through my hair, for the hip you let me rest my head on. And you're right, it did become alright. I'm more alright now than I have been in the longest time. So now, to all those out there, I extend the same message. It will become alright. Have a little faith.
