Need help? A shoulder to cry on? A place to feel like you’re not the only one? This is the place.
we can do this.
When I lost my daughter and I almost died and I came back to life and I tried to find my place–I wrote. And I threw the words Out There–and they came back to me, in the echoes of hundreds and thousands of women who have given me strength and walked with me and cried with me and helped me find my way. So, I keep writing. I didn’t just find myself when I wrote. I found sisters. Friends. Angels. And you.