My Ink Dance

Discovering Extraordinary Grace in an Ordinary Life

The Letter I Need You to Read

I’m fairly open in this space, sharing my heart and feelings even when they’re not pretty. There are still a few things I hold close and don’t talk about often. Not because of fear or hiding, but for reasons like processing and protecting and privacy.

Today, I am going to share something that is deeply personal and raw because there is no other way to talk about mental illness.


Dear Brother,

I miss you. I really do. I know you are not far and I can see you whenever I want, but it’s not the same. You’re not the same.

I’m not the same.

Mental illness has changed everything. It came in quiet, a current we didn’t even feel sweeping us out. We kept swimming, kept living life, unaware of the little things that warned us along the way. And now we’re left looking at the shore in the distance wondering how to get back to the sand.

We’re caught in a riptide and we can’t get out.

And no one is coming to help…


The rest of this letter is being shared at The Mudroom. Please click here to read the rest.

These words are so important to me.

Sharing words at #raralinkup and with these great writers today!

TuesdayTalkButton_edited      dreamtogether-linkup         Holley-Gerth-Button-250x250 (2)

tellhisstory-badge    susan mead    GraceTruth-300x300   

About Becky Hastings

I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.

4 Replies

  1. Becky, thanks for this — I’ll be clicking on over. Mental illness is part of my family’s journey as well.

    1. Becky Hastings

      It is such a challenging, often unspoken, journey. I’m grateful we can talk about it in these spaces 🙂

  2. Barbara Hopper

    Thank you Becky!

    1. Becky Hastings


Leave a Reply