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Love is a Battlefield


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This evening I had an experience worth taking time to sit here and process. I have recently decided to start my own version of a bucket list, only slightly different. This list is similar in that the name of my list rhymes with “bucket”, but is compiled of hard things which have the potential of knocking one to the ground but I overcome.  This list is compiled of big things and small things. Things which are intentionally or unintentionally presented to take you down, but you end up rising above it. Resiliency occurs when you experience something potentially crushing, but you find a way to see the light in the darkest of moments and find a way out of the predicament. Tonight was one of those nights.

I will not disclose to you the name of this list, although I am certain you can figure it out. What I will tell you is the most recent experience I can now cross off the list. Tonight I prepared myself mentally and physically for a first date with a recent match on a dating sight. This is part of my life now. Not my proudest of moments, but certainly not my worst. While I never ever thought I would be single again nor imagined experiencing the dating scene, this is where life has taken me. I am learning to be more than just okay with this season. I no longer regret nor despise this space I am in and am actually learning to enjoy it. I am learning so much more about myself, my wants, my needs and what I like and what like and what I do not. So much of my life has been about putting others first that I have forgotten about my own needs and desires. I am learning better ways to communicate. I am learning to walk wholeheartedly into vulnerability and developing resilience.

So there I stood waiting in the line at Por Que No? in the Missippi District letting people behind me pass by while I waited patiently to meet my potential match. After twenty minutes or so I was left with an internal conflict: Should I stay or should I go? For whatever reason, I was stood up by a beautiful woman who I was really looking forward to meeting. I know this happens to people all of the time, but I had yet to experience it, and I think I passed the test. Without much time to process, I made the best decision I could have. I stayed and enjoyed the best tacos with one of the best guys I know. Yours truly.

This has been one of my greatest barriers to overcome on this journey of singleness, that is, learning to appreciate spending time with myself more. I have experienced a lot of firsts including going on dates with myself while my greatest fear stares across the table at me: the fear of loneliness. What was once as terrifying to me as looking into the dark nothingness of the grim reaper, has become a familiar friend who I am becoming more and more comfortable with hanging out with. This morning I told a coworker that I loved my rather crazy brain and how it works. In all of my eccentric tendencies and social awkward behaviors I have found someone who is kind, compassionate, and really enjoyable to be around. I need to continue enjoying these moments of solitude for several reasons. But there are a couple more specifically worth noting:

I need to face this fear of being alone. A couple years ago I went on a solo outdoors adventure for a few days in the Wallowa Mountains. The closest towns were quiet as the summer tourists had returned to their busy lives and left the locals to go back to the simple and laid back northeastern Oregon life. The sidewalks of the small town of Joseph were rolled up, so to speak, and the quietness was rather eerie and disturbing. This trip was one of the single most dark and lonely experiences I have ever encountered. It was a month after the finalization of my divorce and the beginning of a new season of self discovery. The adventure was simultaneously beautiful and incredibly lonely.

During my hike into the Eagle Cap wilderness, I did not see a single soul, neither human nor wild animal. I was sincerely hoping for a deep spiritual experience or a revelation from God. At least a word of hope and encouragement would have been appreciated, but all I heard was silence. What I encountered even more pervasively was the sound of silence and the pain of being utterly and completely alone. Some seek out solitude on purpose and can go several days without a single interaction with another person. I am not one of those people. But lately I have been taking myself on intentional solo dates. Somehow I feel the need to face my fear of being alone and, perhaps, come to appreciate this person who lives inside this body. Rejection, insecurity and shame have worked really hard to diminish the value of this incredible soul, who I am learning to appreciate.

Secondly, I am learning to love myself better. For years I have made the needs of others take precedence and have somehow managed to lose myself while catering to the needs of a partner. I am not sure I have ever really loved and valued myself , at least, not very well. It sounds incredibly selfish to talk about loving myself, but I am learning how important of a quality it is. I do not need another person for me to see my worth. I am also learning that I unknowingly train others how to treat me and if I want to be loved and respected, I must love and respect myself.

A wise man once said that we are to love our neighbors as ourselves. Talk about the perfect opportunity for a mic drop. Such a statement begs the question, How do we love others if we don’t really love ourselves? Whether it was religion, growing up in the ministry or generational trauma and insecurity, I never learned to love myself. It has always sounded to me the opposite of what we are supposed to be doing as humans: that is to live lives of selfless love for others. I often wonder how it was possible to love others if I am more worried about number one? However, I am learning the importance of re-framing this quandary into: How can I love others well if I do not first learn how to love myself?

Loving others like ourselves is perhaps one of the greatest social experiences of all times. To many, including this guy, it feels like an oxymoron and an impossible feat. I know some proud and egotistical people who love themselves too well. (While it is often the case that such behavior is a mask of their own insecurity or unmet need.) I do not want to be so self-absorbed, but I do have to detach from this self-loathing self and find the lovable person who is worthy of being loved.

Tonight I am grateful for the beautiful woman who stood me up. Not only can I cross the experience off my list and devour some ridiculously delicious tacos, but I wound up going on a date with one of the coolest guys I know.

Friends, if you find yourself in a moment of loneliness or loss, please know you are not exactly alone. Whether in a relationship or single, we all face this extremely real and often painful feeling. Love is certainly what the song refers to as a battlefield. What an opportunity we have to search inside ourselves to discover whatever it is we are learning from the experience and who we are created and destined to be. Could this moment be a blessing in disguise? I do not know your current situation, but I do know you are loved and never completely alone. I hope you will take care of yourself and come to know the amazing beautiful person you are. Nurture your soul and be easier on yourself. Trust the process. Give space to heal before giving away a piece of a broken heart. Trust me, I learned this one the hard way.

Love is certainly a risky battlefield, but it is not lost on broken hearts and dreams of whatever we imagined it to be like. Love and facing our fears are opportunities for hope to grow and resilience to be strengthened. You know the anecdote, “whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Yep. It is still true.


You Belong Here.

7b37a8709d1fdacd845ef86aafd65cf3Within a week, I have had three teens on my caseload, in one way or another, contemplate or make attempts at harming themselves or even ending their lives.

The story they tell themselves is that, somehow, their friends or family would be better off without them. This is the furthest from the truth, and yet many convince themselves that coping with life and all it’s challenges is just too much. Not to mention the implications of adding depression, trauma, anxiety, or other mental health challenges.

I encouraged one young man with this: it is time to change his narrative of himself. Due to a history of trauma, he did not get to this place all by himself. He certainly is not alone, no matter how isolated he may feel in this moment. Sometimes we need to change the narrative of what we are telling ourselves and what we perceive others are telling us.

This morning, Ez and I were watching “The Book of Life”. It is an artistic and colorful film with both lighthearted and heavy themes. When the hero feels he has lost everything, including the woman he loves, he is pictured in the middle of an empty arena with his guitar singing a rendition of “Creep” by Radiohead.

Instinctively, I began singing along: “I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo. What am I doing here? I don’t belong here.”

Ezra interrupts and says, “What?! You DO belong here…and I belong here.” I stopped singing and we exchanged hugs, tickles and giggles with words affirming one another’s belonging.

I love the simple wisdom that comes from the mouths of children. They often don’t realize the power of their observations and words.

You DO belong here.
I belong here.
We belong.

Reach out to someone today and remind them:


An R-Rated Lament

Hey Wordress. It’s been a while. Four months, to be exact. How is it that we meet more frequently at the crux of uncertainty and loss? Can we not dialogue when everything is peachy and life smells like roses? Or must we only dance when life smells more of fresh sweat, blood, and dirty tears. Is that not what fertilizer is? The dung from livestock to feed the new grass the livestock feed on? Perhaps I am destined to meet my wordy friend at the crossroads of when things are in question, obscure, and less certain.

We made it through another year with a rocky finish and surprising beginning. I typically try not to dance around metaphors and share more candidly, but, for now, I will keep things more vague.

I am appreciative of the reality of life never seeming to make sense to anyone at any particular age. If, in fact, it does make sense, you never hear someone say it reaches a point of being easy. I guess life would not be life without all the fertilizer. Grass is really never greener on the other side. We never arrive this side of forever. But we do have a choice to lift our heads and face the Maker of all the wonder. We may not find our answers to the most painful and delicate questions in stars, in words or human life form, but in the One who holds all those things. – The One, I am told, makes all things new. When, I cry, when? When will all things be new? Tomorrow? The day after that or the one after? How long do we toil with the darkness of humanity and question?

Grace. Grace and Hope are here. In the present, while we wait for the New. For the New we may never see in our lifetime, but there is always Grace. And there is always Hope. And, there are moments we find Faith and encounter Love. Although, those two can be deceptive and interment. Like a good wine, they, too, can wreak havoc on your soul.

“Young lovers”, the psalmist writes, “do not awaken love, before she is ready.” But when, I ask. When will love be ready? Who gets to decide this? The One I trusted with my life and love, allowed it to be taken from me. So how do I trust? How do I trust I will ever be ready to love again? And if I am, how do I let go and trust it will not be taken again?

My soul waits, but rather impatiently. I did not ask for this, I say. But care not, it seems, this Maker of all things. My soul waits.

And so I lift my cup to all that is good and hope that love lightens my door again. Today I choose to be the victor over the victim of my circumstances, and dare to live again. With Grace, I will chase after Hope, Faith and Love with tenacity in all of their tumultuous fervor. I will strive to not get too lost in all of their bewilderment. I will strive to listen for guidance on where to step, to proceed or step back. I will search for light to illuminate the steps, but, God, help my mind not to over analyze and fuck it all up.

And so, Life, we meet again.

Finding My Tribe


Tonight I took a huge step into scary, yet familiar territory. It feels extremely vulnerable and awkward. It has been a long time since I have actively sought after community in this way. I suppose, after six months of living in a new city, I am trying to reach out and find a safe place to walk with others on their faith journey while diving into deep conversations surrounding grief, loss, codepency, boundaries and mending the soul. Stepping into this place of vulnerably feels nearly as scary as those who dared to find and step into the passage to The Upside Down to find their lost loved one in Stranger Things – only a little less science fiction and a little more horrifying.

Being human takes work – a lot of work. Acknowledging brokenness and a need for wholehearted living is part of the battle, while reaching out for a community to walk through the healing journey with takes an extra amount of guts. I am not trying to pat myself on the back as much as recognize how difficult it is to take another swing at life when it seems as though your team has turned against you and you have already struck out.

Tonight I sat uncomfortably in a pew listening to Ben talk about this gathering called Refuge at Imago Dei Community, and I wanted to dart.I knew exactly where the exit doors were just in case. If it were not for my girlfriend holding my arm, there is a good chance I would have walked out. I love the cultivation of community so much. At least the idea of community is something I am familiar with. Perhaps I have become more accustomed to people coming and going – as if my circle of relationships was more like a terminal than a village or tribe. I have been a part of the beginning and ending of community, and the exciting blossoming and death of relationships. I am good, for now, and the idea of something new scares the shit out of me, to be completely honest.

This last year I took a risk by moving away from my home town for a new job, and a fresh start. One of my clients phrased it well when she described her longing for her “tribe” to gather in her home and doing life together. This was while creating her family vision. I remember thinking how much I loved her use of the word, and the historical and beautiful depiction it holds.

There have been seasons in my life where I have felt a sense of belonging to a community, a tribe; and others where I have felt disconnected and alone. After each season, some shorter than others, would come and pass, I have become more reluctant to engage. Engaging in community requires the letting down of one’s guard – becoming vulnerable. Being vulnerable allows others to see all of you in your glory and not-so glorious state – you failings and shortcomings. Becoming vulnerable can feel as intimidating as holding a magnifying glass over your weaknesses, for others to see. Finding a new tribe can feel similar, which is most likely why I have been so reluctant.

But tonight, I believe, is different. Having walked through so much crud than ever before, I am willing to take another chance at the bat of finding my place in a community – post divorce and raw as ever. Is it possible I have found the workings of what could become a part of the making of my tribe? Can I find a place of safety to work through such places of pain and loss with a group of others? Is it worth the risk? With a pounding heart and sweaty palms, I say “yes” to the hope of new relationships and the possibility of finding my tribe. Yes to cultivating community when it would be so much easier in the moment to find a rhythm of work and life without the mess. Perhaps it is the mess which makes our lives more colorful and the struggle which makes us more creative. Maybe the more open and vulnerable we become the more of a safe place we create for others who are also impacted by the pains of life.

Tonight I stepped into a messy group of people reaching out with one hand and the other guarding my heart. Could there be life here? Could this be my tribe? Is it possible to find community once again? I will never know unless I try. Tonight I took a risk to find my tribe, and I am so terrifyingly glad I did.

The World Goes On



I, like many, struggle with learning natural lessons from being human. Every time I am reminded of my limitations or fail at meeting my own or others expectations, it is a relatively painful lesson worth learning. I have chosen to elaborate on a poem from Mary Oliver. Her writing, among others, has been such a source of strength and encouragement to me these last few months.

by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

So much energy is devoted to being good. Whether one is religious or just striving to be a decent person, no one wants their actions to be scrutinized and wants to be thought of as “good.” There is so much freedom in this poem to take the pressure off of perfectionists and people pleasers, like myself. It is not saying that one should not strive to do good to others, but simply to say one should not need to “walk on your knees” throughout life. For me, I have strived very hard to please others and make it my responsibility to make and keep them happy. When unsuccessful, I would strive harder or think there must be something wrong with me which makes the other person not pleased. I have gone so far as being abandoned by the ones I have walked on my knees for. As one who has suffered much grief and loss, I find hope and great inspiration by the phrase, “the world goes on”. It does friends. It really does. Life goes on. The earth continues spinning, and love is still what makes it go around. I take a deep breath and exhale as I write this essay, imagining a spring hike after a long, cold and dark winter. The flowers will bloom again. The birds will sing and the sun will shine to usher in warmth and healing.

I have sat with individuals and families who have been distraught after having their children taken into custody of the state. While the circumstances presented rightful cause, the devastation of a parent doing the best they can with the tools they have been given – coupled with the defeat that their best is not good enough –can  be debilitating. The pain and fear can be paralyzing. I have been blessed with the opportunity to sit in grief with such individuals, helped assess the rubble, provide a hand-up and walk them through the steps of self-sufficiency and eventual reunification. Not every family is capable of staying the course. Empathy is necessary in such situations and there is little room for judgment, when one is already so harsh on themselves.

I have been amazed at the human capacity to be resilient. Resilience is such an incredible attribute which, I believe, means so much more than getting back on the horse. Sometimes human resiliency is recognizing no matter how many times you get on the horse, riding the horse is not what you were cut out for in the first place. Sometimes resiliency is not just the tenacity of not giving up, but the ability to recognize when it is time to do something completely different. It is okay to not ride the horse if riding the horse is not your thing. Skip, jump, dance or ride the bus – but one way or another, we will get there. Perhaps resiliency is more about acknowledging our limitations, facing resistance and choosing to live life in the fullest whether we choose to get back on or take a different approach altogether.

My son, who just turned six, used to have meltdowns over the littlest things. When children react with so much emotion on the outside, I am reminded of how often I feel the same way on the inside. Sometimes getting older and becoming more “mature” is simply learning how to conceal real feelings and express them in a more socially acceptable way. But what I would give to have a full on tantrum sometimes. The author’s words remind me of the importance of sitting with my child in his struggle and inquiring of his concerns. Other times it is important to model the value of trying again. Regardless of the outcome – whether he becomes a star soccer player or gets is shoes on the right feet every time – perhaps the most important learning experience is understanding that he is not going to get it right every time, and that is absolutely okay.

This morning, we had breakfast at Slappy Cakes in SE Portland. Each table comes with its own griddle and the customers get to make their own pancakes and pay ten times as much as making pancakes at home. Sometimes the experience is worth the price. We experimented making all sorts of crazy shapes and images. None of our cakes came out perfect, and I have learned to be completely alright with that. As we were leaving, I could not help but notice the family seated right next to us who were just beginning to make their own pancakes. Each of their pancakes was a perfect circle and all I could think about was messing it up for them. I was already bothered by the micromanagement parenting of their child and the fact that everything about their outward image, hair, and clothing were perfect. To me, it was perfectly annoying. Remembering a scene in “Away We Go” – with John Krasinski (Burt) and Maggie Gyllenhaal (LN)– when Burt took LN’s toddler for a spin in a stroller around the house to prove a point about LN’s ridiculous parenting standards. While walking past this family’s table, I wanted to squirt batter all over their griddle and put their kid in a stroller and run around the restaurant in absolute fun-filled chaos. I wanted to mess up their hair and shout “You do not have to be perfect to be loved or liked! It is okay to make mistakes! The sun still shines! The world goes on!” Of course, I did not act outwardly upon my impulse, but so much desired to express that life is so much more fulfilling when perfection is not the primary goal.

Some folks naturally live out the poetic expression of the Wild Geese, as Oliver depicts. Others of us have experienced painful events and come to a place of brokenness, only to come to a place of freedom. Freedom from lonely, isolating, and inhibiting boundaries and unrealistic expectations is necessary to a more fulfilling life. Freedom from striving to be what we are not. We do not have to walk throughout life on our knees, my friends. We do not need to grovel for being human. Acknowledge and repent for sins done to others, indeed. But we do not have to stay there.

In Daring Greatly, author Brene Brown beautifully describes the difference between living in shame and feeling guilty. Shame says we are a shameful person while feeling guilty is a passing emotion which can motivate us to make things right. Shame keeps us in one place feeling like dung, while guilt can motivate us to move forward.

One of my favorite songs is “ I Have Made Mistakes” by The Oh Hellos. There is a line which resonates with me each time I hear it: “I have made mistakes, but I have learned from them.” The chorus continues, “The sun it does not cause us to grow, it is the rain that will strengthen our soul, it will make you whole.”

Human resiliency is about empathy and an acceptance of imperfection. It is recognizing the world still “goes on”, and the need to love ourselves and the space we find ourselves in. While life is unpredictable, the struggle is impossible to avoid. Living according to our own expectations or others is unfulfilling and can dampen hopes and dreams. I am convinced that living free and breathing deeply during trials is closer to the journey towards goodness than striving for perfection and walking on our knees.


Works Cited

Oliver, Mary. “Wild Geese.” Dream Work. Berkeley: Black Oak, 1993. N. pag. Print.

Away We Go – Trailer. Dir. Sam Mendes. Perf. John Krasinski, Maggie Gyylanhaal. 2009. Film.

Brown, Brené. Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead. New York, NY: Gotham, 2012. Print.

The Oh Hellos. Through the Deep, Dark Valley. 2012. CD.


This Beautiful Mess

As I survey the wreckage of unpacking, items not being where they belong, and piles of dirty laundry already forming in my new place, I think to myself how much of a slob my new housemate must think I must be. I remember a time in my life where things were more simple. I had fewer belongings, less responsibilities and more time to keep my stuff together. This townhouse is slightly larger than the apartment I moved from, and yet not everything has found its place as of yet. While I sit in my anxiety wondering when this place will be rid of boxes, beds will be made, laundry caught up and things where they “belong”, a small voice whispers “you’re enough”. The extra “clutter” reminds me of another person in my life. One who has been with me through life’s darkest moments. In the very moment of feeling overwhelmed I am gently reminded of this child who has my heart. My son whom I am honored to care for. I will take this beautiful mess.

A Love Warrior Stays in the Arena

I recently read this post by Glennon Doyle: “Marriage, Divorce, and Redemption”. She is a great author and speaker. I love most everything I read from her blog posts. The following is something I recently wrote in response to one of her recent posts. It hit really close to home for me, and I am not completely sure I agreed with her post. I wrote this as if I were writing to her in response, even if my words never reach her eyes. This is an effort for me to be more vulnerable and contribute to a larger conversation on love, relationships and divorce.

Dear Glennon,

I love most everything I read of yours. I so appreciate the transparency and grace you extend to your readers no matter where they are in life.

A few months ago, while walking through a painful divorce, I wrote “Love Not Wasted“. When I read this quote from your recent post about the Love Warrior and marriage, It took me back to that place I was struggling to understand what the hell was happening in my life.

A few days ago, I was reading the introduction to Rising Strong, by Brene Brown. She referenced the quote from Roosevelt which she elaborated on in her book, Daring Greatly.

daring greatlyThis book and her Ted talks were powerful tools for me two years ago when stuff initially hit the fan in my marriage. In our case, nobody cheated, physically. When I was reading the introduction to Rising Strong, the image of being in the arena triggered me and I had a complete emotional meltdown. I know that it is difficult in our society to picture a man having the capacity of expressing vulnerable emotions, but I am not much for stereotypes. I am not afraid to admit my ability to have a good ol’ ugly cry.  The meltdown was triggered by an image of a dark arena and I was in the arena flat on my face. I had been mentally and emotionally beaten down to physical exhaustion in my marriage. In my marriage, I felt I was never “enough”.

Please don’t get me wrong, these last several months of healing have helped me discover a confidence I have never experienced. One which says, “I am a damn good father” and “I was a damn good husband.” Human? Yes. Full of flaws? No doubt. But I can confidently say I laid my life down for my spouse, sacrificed greatly, and was loyal to a fault.

flat on my faceBack to the image. I was laying flat on my face in an empty arena and everything happened in slow motion. Brene took me to the place of slowing down and feeling what I felt in that moment. In this dark, cold arena, where I had been beaten down, I finally mustered the strength to look up to see where my partner was. No one was there. I was left alone to fight this battle and do the work on my own. No closure. No validation. No effort. No words.

I recently read your post about Love Warriors who choose to stay in a marriage and those who leave. I tried really hard to understand what you are saying. I have become painfully aware that sometimes divorce is the best thing. While there is no benefit to self inflicted shame or insult to injury, I have come to believe it is important to do the work and stay in the arena as much as possible. Fight or flight, shaming, black and white, projecting and silence treatments are not character traits of a Love Warrior. A Love Warrior does the work of figuring out where those responses come from and are willing to take the path of healing and even reconciliation, when at all possible. I am honestly struggling to consider someone refusing counseling, and coldly turning their back with no explanation or conversation a “warrior”. Your writing suggests otherwise.

I struggle when individuals who refuse to do the work will click and share articles like the one you wrote as a public validation of their actions. As though they should be applauded for leaving their loving spouse in their tracks. Doing the work is what makes someone a warrior. You did the work and you are a warrior. Your sister did the work and discovered leaving was the best thing for her. But I imagine you both did the work and did not just walk away. Unless you have been the one being left with immense rejection and no reasoning whatsoever, it is impossible to speak directly to someone in my situation.

I think you and I can agree that each person who can muster the strength each morning to get up and face another day is a warrior. But walking away from someone, leaving them in the dust and showing blatant inconsideration and disrespect for another human being, is not being a “Love Warrior”, in my personal opinion or experience.

Obviously, I am writing this as one broken human who is still walking through the process of healing. Yours and your sister’s experiences are your experiences and nobody can change those stories of what either of you have had to walk through. I am cautious, however, when I read writings from people who can take their personal experience and project it onto others as though that is their reality too. Every marriage and divorce is different and I feel there is a danger on putting one blanket over every situation as if everyone is a warrior, even when they do give up. Does love cover a multitude of sins? Yes! Is grace for everyone? Yes! Are we all simply doing the best we can? Yes!

My concern is when someone like you, who is very influential, utilizes their platform to say everyone is in the right, you might be helping some of your readers to gloss over the real work that needs to be done by permitting them to leave without doing the work or giving the other person the benefit of an explanation or closure. I know that relationships are not about who is right or wrong and each of us are doing the best we can. My fear in reading the entirety of your post is I feel it was missing a key component of encouraging each person to own their own stuff and do the work necessary so as not to destroy another person or relationship.

In the last few months I have learned I am more than a casualty. I deserve to be fought for, just like I was willing to and did fight for my spouse and our union. I attended counseling. Alone. I worked towards reconciliation. Alone. I was left in the arena to fight…ALONE. With all due respect, a Love Warrior does not do that to another person. You become a warrior when you are willing to stick it out and do the work. If leaving is the best option, you still have work to do, but you do not treat another person the way I was treated and left to heal alone.

Perhaps I missed your entire reasoning for writing what you wrote and would be willing to continue this conversation. As I mentioned earlier, I appreciate most of what you write and trust my response to your article will not be received as anything but an opportunity to look at another side of the coin. Your story is your story. It is not my place or intent to change your belief based on your experience. But I do not believe it is beneficial to overgeneralize and categorize everyone as a Love Warrior when some people just leave and give up without showing decency to another human being. I would be happy to hear your thoughts.


Jonathan Hankins