We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another. ~Luciano de Crescenzo
I am able to go out and greet the world each day, because I know angels have "got my back". Probably not the angels you are thinking about. I think of them as my warriors. My angel warriors to be precise. They march along side me, pick me up when I am wounded, and go to battle with me when I am under attack.
Unfortunately, after my husband and I moved to North Carolina five years ago, I failed to develop a strong, close relationship with a woman whom I could call my one and only, super close, can-tell-all best friend. But I have met some of the strongest, wisest women whom I admire, trust, and love. They each have a different role in my life. But combined together they create a beautiful tapestry of support transforming me from a sometimes scared, fragile shell of a woman into a brave, strong angel warrior myself.
Who are they? They are all the strong women I have met through my journey this past year whom I confided in, exchanged emails, shed tears. They are my therapist, my chiropractor, my realtor, my attorneys, my neighbors, and my co-workers. Some know I am a survivor of domestic violence, and some do not. And they don't know they are my angel warriors. Most of them don't know each other. But they are mine. And they've got my back.