“I’m 44. I’ve been recovering for years in xxxxx meetings for adult children of xxxxxx. With your help, I now own my past. I live in the present with a God of my understanding, and I face the future without fear.

I tell you about the pain. I tell you about the anger. I tell you about my shame. I tell you my secrets. With each telling, I heal. I tell and tell and tell, and I’m not sorry. I’m grateful.

You accept me as I am, and I find the hollowed-out places fill up with love. With each telling my heart mends, and I begin to want to live again.”

That excerpt from one of my daily readers says perfectly what I’ve never managed to articulate for myself.

Coming from a long line of people-erasers and silencers, I’m learning what it means not only to be me, but to be my most peaceful, healthy, complete self.

Words like these, from others who have walked the road of recovery, remind me that I am not alone.

Thank you for being with me.

Here is one of my favorite songs that resonates with my feelings and life experience in general. Enjoy.