I’m in a weird place right now. I’m not depressed, but I also wouldn’t say I’m happy. I think it’s more like a weird case of anxiety that makes me feel like something bad is about to happen and all I want to do is make sure the people around me know I love them.

Maybe it’s the stress of going back to work, or the countdown to the anniversary of my brother’s death. Maybe it’s the biological wake up call that I’m getting older, even though my brain still feels like it’s on 25. 🤷‍♀️ Whatever it is, I’ve been spending a bit more time quietly reading memoirs, like Please Stay by Greg Payan.

I relate to this book. My husband was in a terrible motorcycle accident in 2004. He died 3 times, lost a leg and spent 10 months in the hospital. We weren’t together at that time, but his mom saved all the cards and well wishes they received during that time. We had dated in high school and had mutual friends so I followed his progress and prayed for him from my soul.

The emails and texts Greg and Holly share in Please Stay remind me of the memories she collected. They are proof that thoughts and prayers mean something, even if they just make the people closest to the situation feel less alone.

The aftermath of Holly’s aneurysm is nothing short of a miracle, but Greg is honest when he says life isn’t perfect. He is experiencing the less thought about side effects of anxiety and insomnia.

I think I’ll say a little prayer for both of them tonight.

Kristie

If you want to join me for next week’s book review, I’ll be reading If I Should Die Tonight by C. C. Avram.