Grew up in foster care. Feeling so lost. So alone. It wasn't until I was older. Finally on my own. I started to see a pattern. When I felt truly lost and longing for a family I didn't have. I'd see a white butterfly. Fluttering gently across in front of me. Eventually I looked it up. There are a couple meanimgs to it. 1. It's a sign of good change. That your spiritual protectors were looking after you 2. It was a sign of great calamity. That turbulence was coming and you should prepare.

From then on my outlook on the sightings changed. It was two sides of the same coin. Life could go either way. And I took peace in that. Because deep down I knew. At some level. I was being looked over. Even though I felt so dreadfully alone my entire life. That even though there was chaos. That it wouldn't last forever. And knowing that peace was now an option in my life. I finally felt comfort in the embrace of that idea.