"I have so much pain that I'm just holding on to. I try to get away but everywhere I go my problems always catch up. I'm so lost in this world. Why can't someone save me?"
These thoughts came from the little pink journal of a young teenage girl sitting next to me on a plane. How did I know what she had written? That's a great question, and there's really no way to spin it, so I'll just tell you that I was peeking. I peeked a lot, and I saw a lot more of that journal session, and it...
Published on December 07, 2009 03:00