I’ve always known something about myself: I rely heavily on the people I trust.

They get us through some of the most difficult stuff. And most importantly—they almost know us better than we know ourselves at times, which means, when we’re feeling our worst, they can show us a way back to our best.

My best friend T, well, I’ve known her since I was six. We used to live across the street from each other, then life got in the way and she moved—then I moved, but we’ve always managed to keep in touch. I used to drive thirty minutes to watch her play basketball in high school. She was the one who took me skiing down my first mountain (a slow sweaty two hour run—sorry T )  We roomed together in college and I’d wake her up early, being the crazy morning person that I am. I’d make her some crazy breakfast concoction, definitely without eggs, all I ever wanted to do when I felt down was hear her laugh. 

So when the world gets tough and I start to think how easy it would be just to crawl in my bed and hide–I don’t. Instead I call my best friends. I spend time reconnecting with what matters most because that’s what my friends do for me. 

Good friends give us hope again. They can lend us a little energy when we need it. And the very best part is I know, I will always get to the bottom of my problems when I turn to those I trust the most.