Two years ago, I spent my freshman year at Concordia NE. While I was there, God gave me the most amazing group of girls - they became my 2nd family. Even as I struggled with my depression, my cutting, and my self hate, they managed to see something in me worth loving. On the days I couldn't crawl out of the pit, they came down and sat with there with me, holding my hand until I could breathe again. When I couldn't remember what joy was, they gave me reasons to laugh. They told me I was beautiful when I hated what I saw in the mirror. Together, we shared a thousand little moments that I strung together and clung to - moments that helped me remember why I kept fighting.
Today, we're spread out. Some still at Concordia, some, myself included, in other states. I don't get to talk to them on a daily basis or know all the little details of their lives - and that's hard. I miss that closeness. But it's ok, because, like family, these girls love me unconditionally, no questions asked.
It's as if, when I left concordia, I left a little piece of my heart with each of them. And when we're back together, they all just click into place, like puzzle pieces. I love knowing that no matter how far I am from them, no matter how much time passes between our visits, we will always be Us.