Thank you. I so appreciate your comments. I know I’m terrible at responding but when I’m done writing I feel so drained I need to step away. I log on and I read the comments and I cry and feel connection and love and support from a family I don’t want to be a member of. Then I feel guilty for not at least acknowledging those who reach out to comfort me or to share their own pain and process and I feel so much for you all in return; so much love, and I feel your pain and just like everyone else, I have no words.
Many have nominated me for this or that blogger award and I want you to know I am flattered, honored. I don’t have the energy to participate. My ego doesn’t need the strokes. I’m too tired to “pay it forward.” I know that sounds terribly selfish, but I’m doing this for me, for my own process, my own healing, my own discovery. The fact that it’s actually touching other human souls touches my own human soul *deeply* and in a way, keeps me going. I’m learning I’m not alone. I’m learning others feel exactly as I do.
Thank you. I hope you’ll keep talking to me even when I’m “one poor correspondent, and too, too hard to find. It doesn’t mean you ain’t been on my mind.”