The Terrible Gift of the Truth

Shock, Trauma, and Being Set Free

I’m Haley. Book midwife (editor) and author. Consider upgrading to a paid subscription to support this work and gain access to exclusive content:

While I promise to get back to talking about literature and the liturgical year and mother/artists and Jane Austen and pilgrimages in the near future, when I sit down to write, the words that come out are about the huge changes in my life over the past seven months.

Sometimes it still feels like a bad dream when I wake up in the morning and realize that my girls are at their dad’s place because it’s his week with them. The house is much quieter on these weeks with only my son preparing to catch the bus in the morning. I’m still not used to it all.

But I wouldn’t go back to the way it was. To not knowing the truth. Because the truth is powerful. It sets us free even when the truth we have to face is devastating.

I want to share a little bit about that experience for me, but I’m going to keep this one just for paid subscribers. Partly, because I want to thank all of you amazing folks who upgraded to a paid subscription over the past few weeks with offering content that’s exclusive (from the bottom of my heart, it means so much) but also because this is all still very raw for me and I’d rather keep it a little bit more protected behind the paywall. Thanks for understanding!