I received a most wonderful note on my page on Facebook. It wasn鈥檛 a love note, rather a note to tell me about a reader’s own story about child abuse 鈥� triggered from a recent column I wrote.
I have always found comments, thoughts, notes good and bad to be the most encouraging way for me to continue writing. I don鈥檛 see this 400-word weekly venture as an egotistical trip, moreso a trigger point to initiate thought and conversation long after you put your iPad down.
My reader wrote deeply about her pain and suffering, scribing openly about her concerns. We conversed briefly online, and I was in awe of her honesty and bravery.
What got me writing about this was I woke this morning thinking about her, I wondered how the story had ended or at least progressed. I went into the shower thinking with dread about her nightmares coming true.
Tonight I鈥檓 sitting here admiring her, as well as my other regular commentators and noters, for their ability to make the words here relevant and more thoughtful 鈥� try as I may, it鈥檚 better when we compare notes.
I notice comments have dwindled since we’ve had Facebook attached here, I guess it has it鈥檚 pros and cons. There used to be anonymous troll fodder, mixed in with some interesting comments. Nowadays it seems the comments are too blatantly attached to your name on the daily stream 鈥� yet, some of you continue to post pictures of your vegemite toast.
For every provocative commentator pre-Facebook feeds I鈥檇 like to thank you. To the souls who have made contact directly about personal trauma, commented on the image of my painted front door and the stories in between 鈥� I encourage you to keep telling your story and believe that someone is listening鈥� xx
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