EPISTLE VI: To The One Everyone Tried to Save — and the One Nobody Noticed Was Drowning
To the sibling who struggles with addiction & to the one who does not,
I watched Four Good Days recently and cried at the ending with the kind of relief that settles deep into the body. Molly survived. Somehow, after all the destruction, stress, chaos and exhaustion, she was still alive. And then I noticed, how it made me feel that her sister played such a small role and had no place in that happy ending. To me that significance buzzed louder in my emotional rollercoaster than the seemingly soft landing back at home with mom for Molly.
I realized while watching it that I have immense compassion for people struggling with addiction. But there is still one place in me where compassion catches in my throat.
EPISTLE V: To The Mother-Wound That Still Bleeds
To the child who feels like Mother’s Day is a day of mourning,
not because you didn’t love your mother, but because you could never seem to love her enough to stop the cycle.
I am with you in giving myself permission to express the hidden dread I feel from the cultural pressure of Mother’s Day.
If Mother’s Day feels complicated for you, you are not alone. Some of us are celebrating. Some of us are grieving. Some are estranged. Some are surviving memories no one else saw. Some are learning that forgiveness and boundaries are not enemies. Some of us are still in denial.
EPISTLE II: To The One Who Survived By Letting Go
Beloved,
There are seasons the soul does not choose — only endures.
You remember what it cost you to make it through. Not everything was carried out intact. Some things were released in urgency, not because they lacked value or you wanted to let go, but because survival required it.