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.

Happiness and success elude me unless I’m doing something I love
We already know what’s right, but we choose our lusts instead
If parents excuse cheating, what should we expect from their kids?
Teacher suspended for insisting that failure is an option for lazy kids
I can live without ‘Galt’s Gulch,’ but I need my ‘Akston’s diner’
Normal days often turn to terror when you live with a narcissist
Once the dream of millions, is U.S. citizenship becoming a burden?