Janne Robinson

Time for more living offline. Time for more living — not working.

This is a sweet walk in forgiveness, and letting go, and all that is choice.

“I love you. I don’t know why or how but I just love you. I’m meant to love you in this life.”

You are not alone. Don’t be ashamed — life is fucking hard sometimes. I believe you. I trust that the darkness you are sitting in feels loud and real and if you tell me what I can do to support you, I’m here and I will.

I wish for the stars to dance for you — just for you.

I hope these stories helps a part of our wounded suffering world breathe. I hope that our sons read these stories and walk differently on this earth.

I just sit, frozen, feeling terrified for all the animals and humans of this world who are abused by the pain that is not theirs — it’s enough to turn one mad.

He cries on the street and on the porch, I hear it in different rooms of his house.

Since taking the week off I awake without an alarm, I make a coffee slowly, I read — fuck, I never read. I sit and marvel at the green of the mountains.

Left for breakfast — ate a breakfast bagel in the sunshine, smelled a pink rose, drank a coffee that is right. Pet a dog for 30 minutes with my one hand, legs draped over the wrong side of a chair. Pet another dog. Lost my keys, found my keys. Hoped across train tracks barefoot. Sat and talked with people who were kind.

And I struggle with whether I can forgive
with whether he deserves my forgiveness after choosing to not be in my life for 21 years.

A writer I shall forever be.