Hi friend,

I hate that this even needs to be written. Not hate as in I do not like it, but hate, as in my stomach hurts, and I feel sick as I think about you and what you are going through.

You did not ask for this and the decisions of others have forced you to be someone you never wanted to be or make decisions you never wanted to make. The pain is so real it is like a weighted blanket that you cannot escape from.

I am 18 years from when I found out my life was not as it seemed. I can still remember it and feel it, but I am no longer weighed down by it.

My Sweet Friend,

There are no hospital rooms for what we are going through and life does not stop for us, but we can make it. 

I am praying for you as I type and will continue to. Know you are not alone. 

Love, Terrie