TW: too much to list, maybe everything “It gets better,” some adult said to me. I bristled at the words. What part and when? I wondered, at seventeen, as these words were spoken over me. I was a weirdo little closeted queer kid experiencing homelessness in a broken family. My mother had moved to Florida with my little sister while my brother and I stayed with my father in Tennessee in a motel. As a teenager, I was still reeling from Columbine and had no idea 9/11 was just around the corner.
Look for the markers. This line made me stop. Think of all the groups who have had or need to look for the markers. All God's children- haunted and hunted for being. That is overwhelming. But then I look and see all the helpers who set out the markers, shelter, nurture, speak up, speak out and love fiercely. The people who emerge, scarred, and still loving. Love is Love IS Love ❤️
This made me tear up. Me. A straight, middle-aged white woman. Keep fighting the good fight.
Look for the markers. This line made me stop. Think of all the groups who have had or need to look for the markers. All God's children- haunted and hunted for being. That is overwhelming. But then I look and see all the helpers who set out the markers, shelter, nurture, speak up, speak out and love fiercely. The people who emerge, scarred, and still loving. Love is Love IS Love ❤️
Look for the markers and keep leaving new ones!
This write is so touching, aching, uplifting. Keep on FN, you are loved by many.
You have an important mission and I am so happy you found the strength to carry it out.
Thank you from an older ally, grandmother, friend.
I love and appreciate you so much! Thank you for your markers and shining light on the many other markers along the way.
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Amen.
Blessings to your Heart and Hearth.