Dear Nichole:

“how my life got here and how I can get some relief!”- you started as a good, loving little girl who found herself in a home with no love for her. Oh, how she needed to be loved, nothing more important, how hard little Nichole tried, day in and day out, to win that love, to make it happen.

Fast forward, this little girl is hurting, badly. She doesn’t know what to do, she is done trying to get that love from family and the blind man in Florida, love is not there either. She doesn’t know what to do, where to go.. she is in a standstill.

She knows enough to not seek love where it isn’t… but she doesn’t know where it is, the love that she always needed.

Am I correct in my understanding?

anita