I could hardly make it halfway through without suffocating. I’ve been through some tough shit, but I cannot imagine how it feels to live with this.
I’m sure it’s no comfort, but I thought you might like to hear that your story inspired me to reconnect with someone I’ve lost touch with over the years. You see, I’m on the other side of your story, and nobody is dead. In my case, I haven’t spoken to my mother for years now because she’s been extremely harmful in the past.
But despite all she’s done, and despite the fact that I will never forget, I can’t help but feel incredibly guilty for not reaching out to the only mother I will ever have. I’ve always known that I’m blowing it big time by ignoring our relationship, but I’ve never mustered the strength to face the horrors of the past again.
Your story gives me that strength. For that, I thank you. And I’m sure my mother would, too.