I am intending on republishing these here eventually, but I'm trying to build in at least a few weeks to give folks a chance to read them at The Second Road:
Newcomers
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Recently, I have been meeting a lot of women who have just discovered that their partners are sex addicts. They reach out to me looking for experience and advice in the midst o their despair, and I find myself feeling strangely awkward. I simply don't know what to say, in spite of the fact that I have been in that dark and lonely territory where they now find themselves...
Journaling
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My daughter, Janie, came home from kindergarten this week excitedly telling me about the journal she has started keeping at school. At five, she and her classmates can't write much, but her teacher has them draw pictures if they'd like instead. I told my daughter that I keep a journal too, only it's in words instead of pictures....







Sometimes it's healing to preach to the choir; sometimes it's the choir that preaches to you. I guess that the most helpful thing is just that you are there for the struggling folks rather than that you have vast quantities of wisdom to share; which, by the way, I think you do...just read your seven post series on how you learned your husband was a sex addict again and I think you'll see what I mean.
I think that it's great that your little lady is learning the art of keeping a journal--it's a very healing activity.
love em, mpj. especially *journaling* very insightful little one you have.
and towards newcomers, may i just say that sometimes that sympathetic nod is the BEST response. d'you know you were the very first person to ever comment on my page? your comment was sweet and simple. but to me? it felt like a mountain had been moved. because i'd been seen. more importantly, i'd been HEARD. and for that, there are never perfect words of wisdom, never the right answers. there is only that sympathetic nod that speaks volumes in love.