Ah, god. This hurt so much to read. I . . . I have no words. …Thank you for your bravery.

I know that so much of what I write comes from pain and is hard to read. I sometimes feel that it is readers who make it to the end of the story who are the brave ones, who keep reading even though they could stop at any time.

There are many stories that are not so hard, are even delightful, but most of those are yet to be written. Evidently the pain must come out first. Thank you for sticking with me.

I am so very glad that you came through it. Far too many don’t.

Me too! And you are absolutely right. I am the lucky one.

There is a major media feature coming out tomorrow, which closes with this interview quote:

‘I know how…privileged I am. Because almost nobody got what I got, y’know? For every one of me, there’s a thousand dead women out there somewhere. I know that. I really know that.’

I wish I could pick that girl up off the floor and hold her tight…

She feels the embrace and returns it, gratefully.

❤ Allison