If you're here visiting from Diana's place, welcome, but let me quickly tell you that she is a rock. Not me.
I was pretty out of it when we started talking -- my husband has known her since before she was born and we are good friends with her parents-- and I was still in the grips of a deep depression. She just accepted me as I was. She encouraged me to start blogging about my journey up to that point and what I was trying to do in order to get healthy.
She could have run screaming into the night. I might have.
She is a rock.
She would have done the exact same thing for me - and she has. So many times.
So my listening wasn't such a big deal. It was just me loving her the way she has always loved me.