There have been very few times in my life where I have been fully encompassed by sadness to the point where I couldn’t breathe. And by very few, I mean that there have been two times that I remember vividly.
The first time was December 6th, 2014. I had been leading worship at my church since my graduation in May and I was working at a donut shop and living with five other girls.
I had gained so many good friends in those short six months. So many people who stood by my side when I started getting burnt out. People who helped talk me through my past and show me that none of what happened was my fault.
Those people impacted my life so much that leaving literally felt like each and every one of them were being ripped from my heart. I left for reasons that now seem completely ridiculous, but I’m glad I did it. I’m glad that I endured crying six hours straight on my drive to my parents house because that decision led me to another decision.
The decision to move to Mammoth.
And to my dismay become a part of another amazing group of friends who loved me so much I started to love myself. They loved me so much that I started gaining confidence, I started seeing my worth, I started seeing that I have power and authority. God showed me that, but he also surrounded me with people that were going to hold me to believing nothing less. One in particular.
Which brings me to the second time, last Monday. Multiple people left Mammoth to go off and do new things, or follow dreams, or go back to the UK. It was probably the most emotional day I’ve had since that last one. Once I said goodbye to my roommate Jesse it was like my heart was completely numb and done saying goodbye to amazing people that I love.
I cried all day. And a little bit into the night. But surprisingly enough on Tuesday I only cried once, and it was because my roommate started crying first and I’m a sympathy crier.
In the midst of all the sadness, and the missing pieces, I know that it’s going to be okay. Because I know that it only hurts this bad because it was good.
If I had to say goodbye to people and feel no sadness at all, then what real friendship did I have with them?