Damn. You. Don’t. Pull. A. Single. Punch.
You give me courage to stand and be who I am, warts, scars and all.
You also give me hope and a sense of our shared humanity. The burdens we take on. The dangerous mistakes. The stories we tell ourselves.
I have learned recently that writing about our past can help us process and find new stories about ourselves. And that this can be applied to our present and future as well.
I’m curious to know what you found in the retelling. Was it cathartic? Was there something deeper unearthed for you?
As always, my love and support. And damn. I couldn’t turn away from the page/screen.