It is a beautiful privilege to be someone’s confidant.
Many people may share in our joys, but only a few know the depths of our grief. This is as it should be, for only a few can be trusted with the secrets we’ve held under lock and key.
Over the years, some of the dearest people have come to me with their joys and heartaches. When you are considered trustworthy, you learn so much about yourself and those around you.
Every one of us is fragile. We fight desperately for hope, but we can break so easily.