It Takes a Village – Picking Up the Pieces Pt. 2

If the only people left in this world after an apocalypse were your five closest friends, what would the world be like? Would grocery store shelves be cleared to provide sustenance for you and your crew for the next foreseeable future? Would there still somehow be a patch of sunlight and green life around you despite the flames that danced at your footsteps? Would laughter — genuine laughter — echo through the fog and darkness loud enough to make trees filled with birds vowed to silence vibrate in laughter with it? Would the rays of every new sunrise blur out a little more devastation each day, so that every morning when you open your eyes it feels a little less scary to look around, and much less painful to take a step forward?

In the immediate aftermath of my own personal apocalypse (melodramatic, I know, but bear with me), this is exactly what my world looked like. I was wounded to my core, feeling less than 10% myself at best, and shocked with a harsh reality that would throb in the pit of my stomach at every new awakening. Everything I loved was seemingly engulfed in flames around me, and every dream I had set for my future floated high above my reach, eventually becoming mere specks in the sky that formed a dim constellation of what could have been. And even though a large part of me felt as though I needed to be a silent warrior — one who does not disturb, yet somehow conquers all — I knew even more that I would not be able to survive this storm without the core group of girlfriends in my life.

And oh, if you knew them.

They are nurturers by nature; gentle beings with fierce hearts who are unafraid to ruffle a few feathers. They are women who support other women, and all of them could pull even the most suppressed laugh from the trenches of my soul with little to no effort. Each of them, with their own touch of magic, cushioned my fall and selflessly nourished me back to my feet — unknowingly filling me with the tools I needed to be the warrior I initially set out to be.

When you’re weathering a storm of your own, it’s so important to have people around you who not only have your back, but make what’s in front of you easier to face, too. Surround yourself with positive people: those who accept your flurry of emotions while still holding a light to the positive things that lie ahead. The ones who make you feel safe to let out your ugliest “ugly cry,” feed you comforting food, and offer you their bed to sleep in when you can no longer find comfort in your own. The ones who replace tears with laughter, and anger with at least a little bit of peace (mine are still ready to personally act out some of the Handmaids Tale stoning scenes, but this is variable). These are the women who, for me, have forever branded the most painful memory of what happened to me with an infinitely more blissful memory of what was gained in light of it. Sisterhood is real, y’all, and it is healing af.

They say you are the average of your five closest friends, which means that who you have around you not only determines what your world would be like in the aftermath of an apocalypse, but also determines how you would face the apocalypse, yourself. So, how would you weather a storm if you found yourself suddenly surrounded by the devestation it caused? In the event of your own apocalypse, find the girls or guys that are ready to fight for you in your corner, and fall on them as hard as you need to. Allow them to support you during your time of being a W.I.T (Warrior in Training), and let the innate silence of your pain and heartache dissipate, so that they can fill the air with laughter and encouragement again. Then, when you are ready to face the storm on your own, go confidently with each step forward, knowing that you have someone (or five, or six) rooting for you every step of the way.

Dedicated to the girls in my life who dropped everything to cushion my fall, and brought 90% to the friendship when I could only bring 10. Thanks for traveling hours to sleep on my couch, for crying with me and for encouraging me to keep moving forward. I love you more than words can describe. BT TB MW KM MH DT ST VG ❤️

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  • Reply ST


    January 8, 2019 at 8:49 am
    • Reply crumbsandcontour

      Love you, Sym!! ❤️

      January 10, 2019 at 1:55 am
  • Reply Jenn Truhart

    GIRL YES! As I’m sure you know John and I got divorced this year. It wasn’t necessarily a surprise by the time it came up but world shattering non the less. My girls, my soulmates helped me so much I dont think I’ll ever be able to tell them how grateful I am. And as I fell in love with myself again j also fell in love with each and every one of them. Each having their own part of my recovery, one for the brutal truth, one for the crying and venting, one for logistics and keeping me in track and so on, is how I managed to survive. This is beautiful. You’re beautiful and boy can you write! It gets much much easier I promise! I’m here if you need me but sounds like you have a wonderful support system!

    January 8, 2019 at 8:55 am
    • Reply crumbsandcontour

      Jenn! Thank you so much for sharing! I absolutely love this. I’m so glad you could relate to this post and that you had such an amazing support system behind you. They sound like amazing women and you are a pure reflection of that ❤️

      January 10, 2019 at 1:55 am
  • Reply Catherine

    Much love for you 💕

    January 8, 2019 at 12:01 pm
    • Reply crumbsandcontour


      January 10, 2019 at 1:53 am

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