#trashed

I still think about the older woman who saw me dead eye staring at cans of soup in the grocery store during one of the worst periods of my life and stopped to talk to me. To tell me it would be ok. It wasn’t ok, and it never really got even 80% better. But she, a complete stranger, believed good things for me. I don’t know who she was, or if she even made it through these past few years. But wherever she is, I’m believing in good things for her until the day I die.