Postcard From The Ledge

Don't look down.  It's way too steep.  Yet, truly, all I want to do is jump.  

I'm ready. I know I am. Sure, I sometimes question whether putting pen to paper will really make any difference but I already know the answer.  It will, if only to the little girl who held her tongue for three years, plus 37 more. Never in a million years would I have thought, at age 43, I'd be mentally journaling thoughts I want to include in my letter to the man who sexually abused me and raped me when I was a child. 

It's a weird place to be.  I'm leaning over the edge, but still finding the space and courage to write what's in my heart.  

In the meantime, these postcards caught my eye.....
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