I did not want to read your story. Wasn’t “up” for what I thought would be coming. And I wasn’t. But I kept reading, because of your honesty. And because your writing is visceral and exceedingly beautiful.
I am the better for it, thank you. For your story, yes…but for your gift of words…of taking your reader there with you. I’m astounded, in the best sense of the word. Thank you.