Dear Breast Cancer, You were an unwelcome guest. I didn’t even know that you were there, growing, changing, threatening. My first hint of your existence an ominous walnut shaped spot where no spot should be. I recall when I learned your ugly secret, the way my heart skipped a beat, and my stomach clenched. The way my eyes filled and… Read More
31 days of anonymity {day 16 – dear “technically legal” girl}
Dear Technically Legal girl, Within days of our move into the area I knew something was wrong. My husband knew something was wrong. We were shocked that something like this would be happening at our new Christian place of employment. How could this go unnoticed! Then we realized it wasn’t going unnoticed – that most people knew something was wrong (besides… Read More
31 days of anonymity {day 15 – dear commercialized halloween}
Dear Commercialized Halloween, I try to get you, but I can’t. As I see kids running around dressed up in creepy garb, I’m taken back in time. A time to where I was little and Halloween wasn’t something fun; it was something scary that I was made to believe in. Why do I want to address you Commercialized Halloween? Because… Read More
31 days of anonymity {day 14 – dear church body}
Dear Church Body, What joy I feel when I walk into the House of Worship! To know God meets me there every time I come to raise my hands in Praise to my God is a blessing. But sometimes, when I come to meet with Him and share my heart some of you aren’t always on the same page of coming… Read More
31 days of anonymity {day 13 – dear partner in crime}
To my Partner in Crime: I wish I never met you. Maybe then, my life would not have been turned upside down. Our meeting was like a magnetic force, which could not be broken. You charmed the socks and the rest of my clothes right off of me. Maybe if I had not been in a manic episode, I would have… Read More
31 days of anonymity {day 12 – dear divorce}
Dear Divorce, I’m not sure exactly what you are. I don’t know if you’re just a bad decision people keep making; that I made, but you’re cold. My dad died when I was one so I don’t really remember him. My mom remarried and I remember her telling me we were moving to Houston to be with my aunt. My… Read More