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Two letters. One full of quiet hope, the other written with a trembling hand. In this episode, I read them both pausing to breathe, to feel, to listen. To God. To my therapist. To the parts of me I almost left behind. It’s tender. It’s honest. And maybe, a little like your story too.
By Ester MTwo letters. One full of quiet hope, the other written with a trembling hand. In this episode, I read them both pausing to breathe, to feel, to listen. To God. To my therapist. To the parts of me I almost left behind. It’s tender. It’s honest. And maybe, a little like your story too.