Prepare before you read this, my darlings. A fellow blogger posted it, because such things must be seen, heard, felt, and realized. Thank you for agreeing to take it in. – R.A.
“Perhaps the biggest tragedy in our lives is that freedom is possible, yet we can pass our years trapped in the same old patterns.”
A patient of mine from years ago left this note after she committed suicide. I have rewritten it here.
Dear Children- I did not take care of you like children deserve. When other kids were getting ready for school, you were trying to wake me up. You had to walk to the gas station alone, with change you found scattered around so you could eat. You thought no one loved you and you were bad kids. You missed school and events because you had no one to take you. You got teased at school because you had to wear the same dirty clothes every day. I would be gone for days and you were scared. You would sit up all night wondering what you did wrong…
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