More Than We Can Tell (Letters to the Lost #2)

by Brigid Kemmerer

Ugh, I’m so awkward. This is why I’m better with a keyboard and a screen, especially when my thoughts have been shaken and scattered like Scrabble tiles.

It’s more like finding the dark and brooding Oliver Queen under the hood of the Green Arrow.

We all push sometimes, just to make sure someone is on the other side, pushing back.”

It’s such a relief to be able to talk to someone about this. Someone who can give me answers. Someone who can tell me what to do. I didn’t realize how much I needed this support until I had it.

I’ve heard a litany of what-ifs that could fill a book. But I listen to all of them. I listen and let their love and concern fill me up.

Brazilian jiu-jitsu can help someone move past trauma.