Sometimes things happen in the world that throw my own struggles into very hard relief. I was going to write this morning about the impact that this book has had on me in the last few days. Then I read the news, and I just couldn’t write about anything else.
Yes, I am a motherless daughter, the child of an alcoholic, and a sufferer of mental illness. But I don’t live in fear of being kidnapped, or having my child kidnapped and sold into slavery or worse. I cannot begin to fathom the horror and complete desolation of those parents — those daughterless mothers. Picturing myself in that scenario so cripples me, my flesh begins to crawl and I have to forcibly redirect my mind away from such a monstrosity.
And after that is done, keep our girls safe.
The Real Sarah C. 