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.

Ruthless impersonal judgment is typical tool of cultural conformity
Why is it ‘isolationism’ to oppose killing those who didn’t attack us?
I’ll never really know my mother and I’m envious of those who do
Life is a game of hide-and-seek; we’re lost if we no longer seek
Love & Hope — Episode 7:
Death of classmate from past feels like a reminder to change my life
Only certainty of life is that every one of us crosses River Styx alone
No one will really notice except me, but a good friend of mine is dying
When we feel we’ve lost control, our behavior stops making sense