The Letter Did Me No Good

That letter yesterday to Miguel, my ex, didn’t bring me any relief at all. I don’t feel better or empowered. Instead, I feel flattened. Maybe it’s the wrong approach, to write him a letter after all these years. It makes me think about him too much. It makes me remember the reasons I hate him.…

Another Letter From My Wiser Self

Letters to different parts of myself are a way for me to practice having compassion for myself and to talk back to the “I am bad” voices in my head. Today’s letter is to the self that was moving toward a departure from a terrible first marriage. Why write to her now, when that happened…