I’m sure my neighbors wonder what Kyle and I have been doing up with the kitchen light on at 3 am every night. And why I’ve been seen cradling my coffee maker and purring when I’m not cradling…
Tag: compassion
There is hope…
No, this is real. There is hope. There is peace that comes when your every waking hour is no longer consumed with wrestling and fighting a dragon that cannot be appeased. There is freedom from self-loathing and shame…release from the intense emptiness that can never be filled…no more hiding and suffering alone. There is hope.
mari mayborn 