What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open. ~ Muriel Rukeyser. What happens when a Doctor does house calls? There truly is no place like home.
Thank you Katie, I have a question. How do you get a different image other than my logo to show up on the substack display of this post. IE I thought the image of the ocean would be there?
I had a NICU baby and a 2-year-old at home and your description of driving from place to place with no one knowing your story was so reminiscent of how I felt during those long months. It seemed such an impossibility that the world continued to turn. XO
The hard thing I have not written about is losing my first child, after she spent 9 days in NICU. Writing about it means I will have to dig deeper into the memories and my emotions which is difficult but perhaps I'll do it someday.
Reading your post was heartbreaking...I could imagine the pain you must have been through but I'm glad you have come out stronger after all this and became a guiding light for others...Kudos to you for writing this!
That is a very hard loss. I have always found that writing is therapeutic, and it helps to find the treasure, strength and renew something that’s inside of us that I’m sure you’re familiar with.
I’m very happy to hear your story whenever you wanna write it.
I’m sorry for your loss and thank you for sharing.
Ypu open with my favorte Muroel Rukeyser quote, and then the world does split open. But the rest is one tough miracle after enother, and the world fills up withyour terific writing, and and the anguishing sfory fills up with more miraclesa and hints of lughter. to come. But I still can't imsgine whst you went through, . i can't begin to imgine the psin. until you bring them both homr, and then somw part of me begins to relax in spite of itself. Thank you, thank you.
Thank you Prajna this was beautiful ❤️ Answering your prompt and maybe a little in a similar thread I grew up with a father who was chronically ill and disabled for the latter 20 years of my life. This was a challenge physically and emotionally...as you very well know. He past away 3 years ago. One day I'll write the story. When the scars have healed a little more x
Thank you so much for restocking. You are amazing.
I’m so sorry for your loss, but I promise that writing is incredibly beneficial for the healing. I look forward to reading. Thank you again for your support and kindness.
Dearest Salty Crone: How does one respond to such a poignant story, born from a suffering now cloistered in the tender, wise places of a deep heart? I know and lived an old crawling story from a long time ago, a time when I crawled out of the self-hatred of drug addiction without any guard rails. There was no Betty Ford, no therapist, no 12-Step kind of support, just a whisper barely audible that I didn’t have to die like this; that I could make a life; and that I did through crawling out and over, eventually learning to stand in the light of truth that my lost essence was love – mine to now discover. All of that more than a half century ago. I’ve written about it, cried about it, wondered how things could have been different had I not made some of the choices I made. All that became a scar that makes me part of the tribe of those who know the scars of loss and chaos. But still, it’s nothing like the story you tell, because you crawled out and gave yourself to not only your potential and possibility, but you gave yourself to your children’s potential and possibility. We are connected by joy, but we are also connected by our pain. Out of such connection, I believe our love and understanding for one another grows. Thank you for such a thought provoking piece of writing. Respect.
"Just a whisper, barely audible. I told you you didn’t have to die like this" — that is so powerful. What’s more powerful is that you heard it and it sounds like you’ve come an incredibly long way.
I can always tell by a person’s writing that they’ve been to the deep underground and resurrected some thing essential about who they truly are.
Thank you so very much for your recognition and support to my writing. It’s healing. Im so glad you are here.
Prajna, this piece if heartbreaking & beautiful both. The way you tell your story is a work of art.
This Muriel Rukeyser quote: ‘What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open” is one of my favorite quotes.
I use it often in my Poems.
And this one, yours: “Your story might be a survival guide for someone to crawl toward life.” Holy wow!!! So inspiring.
I have many things I’ve yet to write about. Many truths to tell; traumas tiny & not so tiny; stories that mark my life like guideposts; others I’m still actively living.
I’m excited to explore & learn craft so that I can take more risks & “Write it. Share it.”🥰
Colleen, Thank you so much for reading and for this beautiful recognition. It means a ton to me—I’m smiling :). @Abigail Thomas said the same about Muriel Rukeyser.
Your story seems impossible yet you are living it and that level of resilience is miraculous. Your writing is powerful Prajna. Thank you for sharing
Thank you Katie, I have a question. How do you get a different image other than my logo to show up on the substack display of this post. IE I thought the image of the ocean would be there?
Thanks Honey
I’m so glad I found you here; I’m loving your writing and looking forward to learning more of your story. I’m working up to writing about hard things…
Hello Ms. Jamie
I can’t tell if I responded already because I’m on a cell phone and it’s so hard for me to navigate
I do hope that you get up the courage and just know that I will be one person eager to read your story
Thank you so much for reading part of mine .
🌹🌹🌹
Thank you Ms Jamie
I appreciate you!
Yes do it!
❤️
Curious what is one hard thing?
I had a NICU baby and a 2-year-old at home and your description of driving from place to place with no one knowing your story was so reminiscent of how I felt during those long months. It seemed such an impossibility that the world continued to turn. XO
I am sitting at my desk gobsmacked by your story, tears in my eyes with a smile of appreciation for all you have been through and all you have become.
Oof, crawling out of the dark. So powerful and true. Thank you.
The hard thing I have not written about is losing my first child, after she spent 9 days in NICU. Writing about it means I will have to dig deeper into the memories and my emotions which is difficult but perhaps I'll do it someday.
Reading your post was heartbreaking...I could imagine the pain you must have been through but I'm glad you have come out stronger after all this and became a guiding light for others...Kudos to you for writing this!
@sonaakshi i’m not sure if I replied to your comment which I appreciate very much. In case I didn’t thank you and I hope that you share your story.
Wow, just wow I can’t wait to read
There’s so much healing that comes through the writing
Thank you so much
I'm hoping I'll find the courage to write about it someday. It's true that writing can actually help with healing. Thanks for sharing your story!
When the time is right, you will, I am eager to read. 🦋
Wow. sonaaksi,
That is a very hard loss. I have always found that writing is therapeutic, and it helps to find the treasure, strength and renew something that’s inside of us that I’m sure you’re familiar with.
I’m very happy to hear your story whenever you wanna write it.
I’m sorry for your loss and thank you for sharing.
🌹🌹🌹
Hello Katrina
Thank you for the recognition.
Wow. Yes, I see you and hope you write this hard story,
I would love to read it and hear all that comes from it.
Where are you in your recovery?
How are your children?
💙🌹💙
what great words.
Thank you Mr Ma for your dedicated reading. So appreciated.
Ypu open with my favorte Muroel Rukeyser quote, and then the world does split open. But the rest is one tough miracle after enother, and the world fills up withyour terific writing, and and the anguishing sfory fills up with more miraclesa and hints of lughter. to come. But I still can't imsgine whst you went through, . i can't begin to imgine the psin. until you bring them both homr, and then somw part of me begins to relax in spite of itself. Thank you, thank you.
@abigail Abby your words are medicine for me. I love that you read it this way.
Each time I write, I discover more
still there are times when I feel like I’m writing about somebody else’s life.
Thank you again 🌹🌹🌹
Hi Laurie,
I thought I responded, but I cannot find it. What a great wordGod smacked
That was a talk to text typo but I like it.
Thank you for reading. I love reading your stories as well.
Keep in touch
Thank you
Thank you Prajna this was beautiful ❤️ Answering your prompt and maybe a little in a similar thread I grew up with a father who was chronically ill and disabled for the latter 20 years of my life. This was a challenge physically and emotionally...as you very well know. He past away 3 years ago. One day I'll write the story. When the scars have healed a little more x
Thank you so much for restocking. You are amazing.
I’m so sorry for your loss, but I promise that writing is incredibly beneficial for the healing. I look forward to reading. Thank you again for your support and kindness.
Dearest Salty Crone: How does one respond to such a poignant story, born from a suffering now cloistered in the tender, wise places of a deep heart? I know and lived an old crawling story from a long time ago, a time when I crawled out of the self-hatred of drug addiction without any guard rails. There was no Betty Ford, no therapist, no 12-Step kind of support, just a whisper barely audible that I didn’t have to die like this; that I could make a life; and that I did through crawling out and over, eventually learning to stand in the light of truth that my lost essence was love – mine to now discover. All of that more than a half century ago. I’ve written about it, cried about it, wondered how things could have been different had I not made some of the choices I made. All that became a scar that makes me part of the tribe of those who know the scars of loss and chaos. But still, it’s nothing like the story you tell, because you crawled out and gave yourself to not only your potential and possibility, but you gave yourself to your children’s potential and possibility. We are connected by joy, but we are also connected by our pain. Out of such connection, I believe our love and understanding for one another grows. Thank you for such a thought provoking piece of writing. Respect.
Hello Stephanie,
"Just a whisper, barely audible. I told you you didn’t have to die like this" — that is so powerful. What’s more powerful is that you heard it and it sounds like you’ve come an incredibly long way.
I can always tell by a person’s writing that they’ve been to the deep underground and resurrected some thing essential about who they truly are.
Thank you so very much for your recognition and support to my writing. It’s healing. Im so glad you are here.
You are loved
💚💜💙
Thank you!
Prajna, this piece if heartbreaking & beautiful both. The way you tell your story is a work of art.
This Muriel Rukeyser quote: ‘What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open” is one of my favorite quotes.
I use it often in my Poems.
And this one, yours: “Your story might be a survival guide for someone to crawl toward life.” Holy wow!!! So inspiring.
I have many things I’ve yet to write about. Many truths to tell; traumas tiny & not so tiny; stories that mark my life like guideposts; others I’m still actively living.
I’m excited to explore & learn craft so that I can take more risks & “Write it. Share it.”🥰
Colleen, Thank you so much for reading and for this beautiful recognition. It means a ton to me—I’m smiling :). @Abigail Thomas said the same about Muriel Rukeyser.
She’s a favorite for so many truth tellers.