I have a bandwagon of secret friends. We meet rarely, always by chance and not by design. Yet every encounter, brings to light how similar we are to one another.
We fall into the same conversation topics easily. We chat about the insanities of life naturally. We share our badges of honour and battle scars with pride. But most importantly, we give one another the permission to be ourselves.
These secret friends of mine, have fought the same demons that I have. They have walked through the same tunnels like I have. And perhaps, they can claim the same victories as I can.
We knew they were bad thoughts, but we kept thinking them anyway.