When a Friend Holds the Lamp

Coloured pencil sketch of a glowing streetlamp against a brick wall at night.

Sometimes my thoughts go dark. I replay mistakes, assume the worst, and speak to myself with a harshness I’d never use with a friend. In those moments, my mind can become a crooked mirror—showing me a distorted version of what’s true. That’s why a good friend is a gift. A trusted friend doesn’t argue with my … Read more