This is part of a series of letters to those who may feel lost. Sometimes when we are down, discovering something in the mailbox is just the thing.
It reminds us that we aren’t as alone as we think.
However, today I write to a young woman who feels safely distanced enough through Internet anonymity to mindlessly type words to one such as Lily and then hit send.
I’m tempted to not dignify her with a name, but that always gives more power to the deceiver. It’s important that we put both a name and a face with the painful text. After all, someone who really knows who they are would never hide behind secrecy.
Let’s call her Ashley.
I know what you’ve been doing to Lily.
I see you shrug your shoulders and say “it was all a joke, it really isn’t that big of a deal – besides everyone was doing it.”
My first instinct is to grab you and shake you so hard that your teeth rattle and then scream “What is wrong with you?”
Okay, it would also be my second.
And my third.
It is NOT a joke.
It really IS a big deal.
And right now, I’m dealing with you – you can’t hide anymore behind this nameless group called “everybody.”
So, I’ll punch the wall, pace for a few hours, and take some calming breaths.
And quietly ask again:
“What is wrong with you?”