This was in my inbox this morning from wellforjourney.org:

"Friendship is the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words but pouring all out just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of comfort, blow the rest away."

George Eliot

It reminded me of a friend sharing that he was OCD and had been taking medicine for years. He shared that the medicine saved his life from hours of checking and rechecking, organizing and reorganizing, studying and more studying, sleepless nights and agonizing days.

I was grateful he shared because he wanted to, but he's the same fun, neat guy I always thought he was.

Sifting...