Letters to Teresa

Last summer, as part of my therapy, I started writing letters to my mom, Teresa. Yes, I do realize she is dead, but I needed to address them to someone, so I could write down what I was feeling, what I was experiencing, and in a way say it TO someone.

There are somewhere around 27ish letters to her over the summer, on a private blog. And today, I was bored. And I was also thinking about my last session of therapy, that will be happening this week. So I wanted to go back, and get a feel for the place I was in a year ago.

It was hard to read.

That place has become a sort of vague memory. Yet, as I read, I could remember feeling that way.

And also as I read, I felt so relieved. I can honestly say I'm not in that place any more. My life is so much brighter, fuller, happier.

I think about all the hard work I did to get here. And therapy was a huge part of it. So it saddens me to be ending such a great thing. But, I am so happy with how far I've come. It feels like a million miles, and maybe it was.

I have thought about opening that blog, or publishing a few letters here, what are your thoughts? Do you think it's too personal? Or would it be useful in anyway?

I want to hear your opinion, my dear friends.




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