Do I believe in magic?  Of course I do.  My life is filled with magical moments and magical people.  But if you would have asked me this question a year ago, the answer would have been completely different.

Exactly one year ago, I was trapped in a vortex of anxiety and depression.  My life was falling into ruin but it would be months before I would realize that I needed my life to come crashing down around me.  I had to hit rock bottom.  I had to seek out help.  I had to let go of who I thought I was in order to find out who I am really am.

It didn’t happen overnight.  It took months.  It took months to realize that I couldn’t do it alone, that I didn’t have to even try to do it alone.  I found an amazing group of magical people who have become my family.  They pulled me out of the darkness and helped me find my way to the life I have today.

Now my heart goes out to someone I love dearly who is struggling to find his way.  I understand his need for solitude and in-depth soul searching.  But at the same time, I hope he remembers that he doesn’t have to go it alone.  Even Buddha discovered that the quest to enlightenment is better achieved with a little help.  And in my humble opinion, the bond created between people who help each other can be profoundly magical.  So if he should happen to read this, I just have one question for him, “Do you believe in magic?”