They’re talking about it

And that’s good.

This morning, I received this note from a friend of mine whose daughter is in the same grade as M:

Strange place

I’m in a strange place.

What you don’t know

Maybe you’re doing the best you can. I don’t know. It doesn’t feel like it, but maybe you are.

Rise

I’m starting this blog post not even really knowing what I’m going to write, or if it’s going to make sense, but I’m just going to write and go with it.

The most hurtful words

Lots of people have said hurtful things to me. We’ve all been hurt, to some degree or other, by the words other people say.

There are two instances that stand out to me more than any of the others, though.

Don’t put this on me

I got a text from my ex the other day.

In it, he told me how terrible he feels right now.

Maybe I am brave

A little more than a week ago, I wrote this post. It was a Sunday night and I had just found some things that brought past events rushing back. And I sat at my computer blogging and sobbing, sobbing and blogging. There was nothing about it that felt “brave.”

Freshly Pressed exposure

Here’s the crazy thing about blogging….

I know that a great many of you blog because you are or want to be writers, because you want traffic, because you want everyone to read your work and comment on it.

The path to healing

I’m not sure how to do this.

I’m not sure if I can do this.

I don’t know how to forgive

Last night, after a particularly unfortunate find while I was gathering items to donate to the local women’s shelter, I wrote this. It also links to this.