Dear Caroline,

Dear Caroline,

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You know that feeling that you get when you are about to step out of an airplane, looking straight down, wondering what the hell you are doing? You start panicking, wondering if you are hooked up correctly to all of your cords, praying your parachute does not have a hole in it. Yeah, me neither, I've never been skydiving. But now that I have gotten the response from my mother, I think I can imagine how it feels before you jump out of the plane. I did not meet my mother until my sophomore year of high school when she reached out to my father and me, and there was little contact until now. At twenty-one years old, I have reached out to open doors again in hopes of getting to know my mother. This book brings questions up about forgiveness. What does forgiveness mean or look like when applied? Are their circumstances that are unforgivable? How do we find forgiveness in others, but also within ourselves? Maybe life is made up of the people we surround ourselves with and the way we treat others. This is a story of a girl who survived what felt unsurvivable, and who stayed when she really wanted to go. This is the story of a girl who feels too much, and that's okay.
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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