I don’t regret going to Alaska. It taught me so much about my intuition and those that suffer from mental illness. I feel this journey only made me a better writer exploring the human experience.
Signs Like a Totem Pole
The plane landed in Anchorage without delay. I wasn’t sure what to expect from my first views of Alaska after researching it for the past five months. Green, lush pine groves, tall snow laden mountains and large blue skies would be the backdrop to my first feature film.
Krystal had already grabbed her backpack and was bubbling over with anticipation and a little apprehension. Would this be the same Alaska she knew 25 years ago? I was to write her life story, a feature film about the events that led her back to the man who broke her heart so many years ago and the woman she had now become.
It was a story of survival and redemption. I was excited that this movie could launch her career as a Life Coach. Little did I know that this trip would be a shocking discovery of broken dreams, harsh realities and a tattered soul.
We can all recall, those of us with siblings, the lasting memories of childhood and the instigators in our life we call brother or sister. Many of us had close, bonding relationships that made us feel protected, and others recall times of utter chaos and torment. Some of us felt our birth position as powerful, such as the first born dictates, or how much you were able to get away with things being the baby in the family. But no matter the type of relationship you had with your siblings, they shaped us in ways we are now finding impacts how well we adjust in our daily adult lives.
“There may be no relationship… that’s closer, finer, harder, sweeter, happier, sadder, more filled with joy or fraught with woe, that the relationship we have with our brothers and sisters.” – Jeffrey Kluger, TED Radio Hour.
They know your real Persona.
Fear isn’t an excuse to come to a standstill. It’s the impetus to step up and strike. ~Arthur Ashe
I wrote this letter to someone I loved dearly to let them go. It wasn’t easy, actually rather painful. But as I wrote the letter, I realized it not only showed how much I loved them, but how much I loved myself. When we love from the purest part of our hearts, we can truly allow that person the freedom to be whomever they finally choose to be. Free of fear, free of guilt, free of remorse, and free of being unloved. The letter below is an edited excerpt of what I wrote to him when he was struggling having to face where he was in his life and making some changes.
…I know I have to let you go…