Words can not express how fortunate I am to have you in my life.
You have been my rock and lifelong encourager. To think we met when we were 10/11 and some 25 years later I feel like you have supported me to hail and back.
When I re-read some of the e-mails I realised how much I confided in you. You helped me through childhood abuse and all the adults difficulties that follow.
You were a child yourself and held me together through life. My own private therapist.
As grown 35-year-old women I need to say thank you, Sarah.
Tires are rolling down my eyes trying to find the words to express my gratitude.
I’m grateful for .,
The 11-year girl you were able to pick up on my pain.
The teenager who loved me like a sister and who was always on hand to listen and help.
To the family that picked me when I decided I was going to sleep on the streets. (Oh 13yr old logic)
To the young adult who never judged me when I started spiralling out, I’d control
To the friend who gave a place to stay, who’s mother welcomed me with open arms
To the 17-year-old who came to find me when I finally managed to find somewhere to live on my own. I remember I had a room no clothes, no sheets nothing. You and your mother gave me the most important gift of my life love and hope. And practical support in my time of need.
To the adult who woke up at crazy times in the morning many times throughout the years when life felt like I wanted it to end:- oh the flashbacks
To the lady who always replied to my countless emails with love and support
To the women who encouraged me to seek professional help when the ground starts falling out underneath me
To the friend who helped me through countless-storms and never judged me and accepted me for who I am.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my lifelong friend. You deserve an award for helping save my life.
Diary of a Mad Black Woman 