February 12, 2024
Dear Dr. ___
For a long time, your words about leaving my mom stayed with me. I didn’t believe you. But there was a part of me that believed you. It was probably four years ago that you said, “If you left your mother, life would go on. Tomorrow, she would get out of bed and life would go on.”
Well, after several more years, and a couple more visits to the ER and another long hospital stay, and being sick and tired of wanting to die all the time, I finally left. I did all I could. Time for my brother to step in.
I’m in Portland, now. Today marks two months I’ve been in my little place. I love it. There are days that go by I don’t talk to my mother. I’m no longer anxious. I still struggle with depression, that probably won’t change. But I’m managing and quite well.
And get this: I’m in seminary! For goodness’ sake! Never saw that one coming. Don’t worry, I still swear and even occasionally have sex with someone I met on a dating site! Or not. That’s the thing — I do what is right and best for me these days.
Thank you for everything you did for me. You truly truly made a difference in my life. Thank you so much.