While writing this chapter, I stumbled upon an online reading forum where a young lady commented about connecting with E. Sue Blume, author of the book, Secret Survivors. She was super excited that the author had responded to her letter. I decided to do a little digging to see if there was a way to connect with her also for my book. Her book was pivotal at the onset of my own healing journey. I would be writing about in Chapter 15! The book appeared on the bookshelf when I was looking for a book on outlaw bikers. The title was so intriguing. When I opened it, the inside binding contained the intake assessment list my new counselor had me complete. It was God confirming I was in the right place.
I want the author to know this story. I'm compelled to connect with her. A bookstore ad popped up and they had a pristine first edition for sale. It was autographed and everything. So, I ordered it. I actually found her current mailing address. I want to find out if she would endorse my book!
While writing about the sorting cell, I mention mom's reaction to my arrest. It caused me to reflect on the many times she was right there for me when I turned to her for help. There were many times she failed to protect me and chose men over the wellbeing of her children. In most other cases, she fought for me and encouraged me through every trial (losing my house, custody, pregnancy, Ed, Alfred's death, PTSD, jail, divorce). I just had to run away from her life. Even she tried running away for her life, but her choices in men reeled her back in.
As I wrote about the phone call from jail, I was overcome with gratitude. She was the only person who visited me in that two-week hell hole. I need to write my mother a letter so she knows how much I appreciate and love her. I want her to know now. I want her to know before the book comes out. Before she is no longer here or able to understand.
I want the author to know this story. I'm compelled to connect with her. A bookstore ad popped up and they had a pristine first edition for sale. It was autographed and everything. So, I ordered it. I actually found her current mailing address. I want to find out if she would endorse my book!
While writing about the sorting cell, I mention mom's reaction to my arrest. It caused me to reflect on the many times she was right there for me when I turned to her for help. There were many times she failed to protect me and chose men over the wellbeing of her children. In most other cases, she fought for me and encouraged me through every trial (losing my house, custody, pregnancy, Ed, Alfred's death, PTSD, jail, divorce). I just had to run away from her life. Even she tried running away for her life, but her choices in men reeled her back in.
As I wrote about the phone call from jail, I was overcome with gratitude. She was the only person who visited me in that two-week hell hole. I need to write my mother a letter so she knows how much I appreciate and love her. I want her to know now. I want her to know before the book comes out. Before she is no longer here or able to understand.
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