I love my family above all else. I would trust any one of them with my life. But...there are some things about me they don't know.

There are things I couldn't possibly talk to them about, even though I know they love me.

That's what friends are for. The trouble is, friends...really good friends are hard to find. My dad once told me that if I could count my good friends on one hand, I would indeed be a lucky person. I think he was right.

In my lifetime, I have had two, possibly three people I would call "close friends". People who knew me, knew everything about me and loved me anyway.

I've also had several friends and many aquaintences who knew something about me, but not everything.

When I came to JournalScape, I found a few new friends who readily accepted me into their circle. I feel comfortable here...I can say what's on my mind or how I'm feeling and not fear rejection or criticism.

Sometimes, when the day is not going so good, I can turn to these new friends via their blogs and either by listening to what they have to say, or expressing my own feelings, come away feeling better.

I live in a rather isolated area and don't do much socializing because I no longer drive. JS fills a need in me to touch or be touched by others on a daily basis.

This is a place to rant and rave or laugh or cry...to seek comfort, or to give comfort...and still feel safe.


That's what friends are for...isn't it?

What a wonderful gift.

peace.