My life has been funneled to this task.
It is almost like I am not allowed to start anything else.
I feel like Jonah running from God.
Jonah did not want to go to Nineveh. I do not want to write this book.
I have PTSD, for goodness sake. Must I relive this trauma?
Yes. Because you are out there. Feeling like the sky is falling.
Afraid. Alone.
And I understand your pain. I know your fear. I know your loneliness.
If I turn my back on my past and try to forget this experience,
I am turning my back on you.
I cannot do that. Whoever you are.
I am here.
God bless us both.
Seizure Mama