Last week, I got an interesting email in my inbox. Tanisha, a dear reader of this blog, sent along something she’d written, just for herself.
It’s the kind of therapeutic writing you do to get through a difficult moment. It was something personal, raw and private.
When she read my post about freaking out over tree fungus, she thought about how writing makes us brave. And she shared her essay with me. For no other reason except that it needed to be shared.
And I asked her to share it with us.
For no other reason except that it needs to be shared.
Enjoy.
Aliya S. King 