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.

Time and attention are flawless guides to what a person values
Goodbye, Emily (2009-2015)
Concerns about digital future leave me mourning analog past
How would you see your body if nobody told you it was flawed?
What if people don’t really care about understanding each other?
In a sane world, everyone would think and act exactly the way I do
Buggy WordPress plugin knocked site off the air for about 36 hours
In Colorado, these bureaucrats are taking ‘nanny state’ seriously