Nan, thank you. Your words went straight to my heart. The echo of “same, same, same” is like a hand reaching across the void and gently saying, me too—I understand. That kind of connection is everything.
Your encouragement, your witnessing, your love means more than I can say. To know that something I wrote resonated with you like that, to hear you urge me to keep going… that gives me strength.
Thank you for your presence, your honesty, your spirit. I’m beyond grateful that our paths crossed too. I’ll keep showing up, and I’ll carry your words with me as I do.
MARY. This is beautiful and painful and same, same, same, same, same, same, same. The details of our stories are different, but our experiences are the same, same, same. I love it when you write like this, from your GUT, from your heart, from your spirit. Please don't ever stop sharing yourself. Your family was so wrong about life, and you knew it in your soul. You have so much to offer, and I for one am grateful that our paths crossed. Keep showing up with your gifts. I don't want to miss a word.
It resonates with me. Needed to be said. Dysfunctional on the inside. Family secrets. Neighbors knew of the house of horrors.
Nan, thank you. Your words went straight to my heart. The echo of “same, same, same” is like a hand reaching across the void and gently saying, me too—I understand. That kind of connection is everything.
Your encouragement, your witnessing, your love means more than I can say. To know that something I wrote resonated with you like that, to hear you urge me to keep going… that gives me strength.
Thank you for your presence, your honesty, your spirit. I’m beyond grateful that our paths crossed too. I’ll keep showing up, and I’ll carry your words with me as I do.
With so much love and gratitude.
MARY. This is beautiful and painful and same, same, same, same, same, same, same. The details of our stories are different, but our experiences are the same, same, same. I love it when you write like this, from your GUT, from your heart, from your spirit. Please don't ever stop sharing yourself. Your family was so wrong about life, and you knew it in your soul. You have so much to offer, and I for one am grateful that our paths crossed. Keep showing up with your gifts. I don't want to miss a word.