Today is Rosh Hashanah. The Jewish New Year. A time to reach out, to evaluate and to move forward. I hope this reaches you in the abyss. I know how deep and how dark that place can be. I know how it feels when you think you’ll never climb out. When you can’t contact anyone because you feel you have nothing to give. When I’ve been in that abyss you’ve encouraged me to try and reach a hand out to you. I ask you to do the same now. Roah Hashanah has calmed me in a way it hasn’t for years. I have a new tradition with Strat and Seren and a way to move past the old and broken traditions I mourned last year.

I can’t know what it feels like to have lost what you have, but I need you to reach for me. I reatreated to lick my own wounds, but now I need to hear your voice and I think you need to hear mine. I don’t have the answers. I don’t have the fix. What I do have is a place in my heart for you to curl up, complain, bitch and feel safe. It’s not much, but it’s what I have. I will try to call you later… I sincerely hope you answer even if you don’t want to.

Ever your friend,
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