She never really understood why it was so much easier for her to understand strangers more than anyone else. She’d listen to them talk for hours and hours, and she’d give them back advice and she’d heard again and again how she saved their lives or that she knew exactly what to say to make them feel better.
But with her own friends, with her own family, with her own life. She didn’t have a clue. What she really needed was a her who was not her, someone one who could give her the advice she gave to other people.