All I want and all I need
Is someone who believes in me.
— Reese Roper, “Suckerpunch”
I’ve never felt as loved and understood as I felt when I read her email that night.
It was years ago, and I hadn’t thought about what she wrote for a very long time. I thought the memory was safely packed away in my unconscious — in a box marked, “Dangerous: Do not open.”
The box opened all by itself late Friday night and memories came tumbling out. I have no idea why. I can’t explain it. But for the last 24 hours or so, I’ve been filled with memories of feelings which are awful and terrible and painful — but also sweet and loving and healing.
I honestly can’t say whether this is good or bad. I just know the memories hurt my heart, but they also remind me so much of what I long to feel again.

What if other people see you or hear you differently than you do?
Lucy’s fun afternoon at my office reminds me that work needs play
Life’s path can change direction when you’re ready for real love
For all my life, I’ve hidden anger in order to be ‘perfect’ to others
Anonymous attacker hit me hard, but I can’t let coward change me
Cop’s murder has me pondering why humans kill those they love
I don’t allow comments anymore, and I’d like to briefly explain why
Roy Moore just the latest in the long line of politicians who want control
AUDIO: Partnership idea sounded great, but it was just a dead end