early morning reflection
Today I got up the courage to check the mail, something I haven't been able to do without crippling anxiety attacks for well over a year, and I found a letter from my brother waiting for me. I spent ten minutes staring at it before I could bring myself to open it and when I did--sweet RELIEF. My heart is still beating a mile a minute but I'm smiling. He wrote about seeing Dad and wanting to meet up as a family sometime soon. He's also considering moving to Washington. The best part is that he is supportive and even wants to pay for some of my therapy sessions, if you can believe it, so I'm just so relieved and grateful that my letter went over well. He even wrote back in his own penmanship, which made it a challenge to read, but was the personal touch I was hoping for. I had been hoping to open the mailbox and find a letter from my dad but no such luck just yet. I look forward to the chance to read his letter and reacquaint myself with both the men in my life. Talk about writing a new chapter in a book that was feared lost or stolen.
-H