Dear Anonymous

In my blog entry, “About as Naked as it Gets,” I wrote about finding a way through loss and pain. Stripped naked with a volcanic eruption of emotion, I transcribed my feelings into words about my journey thus far with grief. Deeply missing my mom and my aunt, who were two pillars of strength.

With Mother’s Day just passed, both of them have been on my mind. One might even say that I checked out on Mother’s Day by keeping myself busy, so I didn’t have to feel the loss – again. I also dodged social media a good part of the day. Some may call it avoidance, I prefer emotional preservation. I mostly succeeded until late Sunday evening after my husband and canine child were fast asleep. It was then that I let the tears acknowledging the day and my mom escape – all while cleaning the bathroom. Like I said – keeping myself busy.

Anyway, back to you Anonymous. It’s rare that someone leaves a comment on my blog posts here and that’s okay. I still keep coming back; albeit sporadically. But, this entry is dedicated to and inspired by you “Anonymous” because you left a message and it touched my heart.

I likely will never know who you are, but I need you to know that each time I go back to your kind words I smile. And sometimes when I read those words, it even brings tears to my eyes.

You say, “others will find something in your writing that moves them forward,” and I wonder, “will they?” It’s my hope as a writer – can I even call myself that – that something will resonate with someone. That, perhaps, when they read it, they will connect or feel inspired or also find the courage to share their story.

I’m not sure how else to navigate the waters I continue to find myself in other than to write. Except for those dark times when my mind takes me somewhere other than where I’d like it, and I retreat. Battling the internal demons, feeling like something is missing, wondering if I’ll ever fully commit. And yet, here I am. Back to writing. You would think I would get the hint.

But I am learning that this is where I work it out. Coming here allows me to map out the complexities in my mind and find the elixir to help me heal, to grow, and to learn. There’s always a blank page here to greet me. Quietly inviting me to let it out and me never knowing whose eyes may fall upon my words.

And, as you so clearly pointed out Anonymous, my “naked emotions are the healthiest showing there is, and I’m proud of you.”

To this, I say thank you, Anonymous. Sometimes letting myself show my vulnerability and wearing my emotions makes me feel like an outlier. But you remind me that it is okay to be this person. Although, I do struggle with being me sometimes. Then again, I always have.

This leads me to my next point. The part where you said, “Your mom made good stuff…that lasts.” I try to remember those words each day; especially lately when life seems to be challenging me at every turn. She was such a courageous woman. Never afraid to be herself. Never afraid to speak up. Never afraid to put herself before others. Never afraid to give me a good swift kick in the ass when I needed it.

I’m grateful to you, Anonymous, for reading my words and for sharing yours. Whether you realized it at the time, you were giving me the kick I needed to get out of my head. Slowly but surely I come back to your words for reassurance, for encouragement, and for inspiration. Thank you for giving me this gift.

I’ve been feeling lately like something is missing and I haven’t been able to pinpoint it. There have been so many changes in my life this past year and a half, and I realize in some ways I am still adjusting.

So, I’ve been remiss in writing and in exposing those inner layers of late because I haven’t been able to get out of my head. Until now. And that missing piece? Well, I’m pretty sure it’s this: writing. The place I stray from and come back to and stray from again. When it’s missing from my life, so am I. I guess you could say I am the prodigal writer returning home. Because when I’m here, I am home. Does that make any sense?

As for that “track for your journey,” Anonymous, here’s hoping because I don’t always feel like I am doing great. I try, though, and sometimes I fail. But here I am back it. Resilience in one hand and gratefulness in the other.

I don’t know who you are, Anonymous, but again I say “thank you.”

Laura Mikolaitis
Laura is an instinctive dot connector with a propensity for learning who seeks to maximize productivity and throws down challenges. Currently, she is the Director of Sales Operations for the Annie Selke Companies, a textile company located in the beautiful Berkshires of Massachusetts. It is here where she gets to put her top strengths to use and thrive in creativity. Laura hails from Northern NY, but a tiny hill town in Massachusetts is where she calls home. She credits her writing, which laid dormant for years, to her late mom who always believed in her. Inspired by millions of moments, Laura writes unabashedly from the heart. Whether it is poetry, fiction, or a personal essay, her love for the written word feeds her mind, body, and spirit. With a dash of hope and a sprinkle of faith, she is the little engine that could.
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Tom Dietzler

Somehow I got drawn into watching a movie called “5 to 7.” I don’t know if it is critically acclaimed, or if anyone else thinks that it is any good. I loved it, but it was my attraction to the characters that did it, as it usually does. Without a huge spoiler alert, I won’t divulge the story or the plot, as it isn’t really germane to my point here. In that movie, the protagonist, a young writer says and I have to paraphrase: “Sometimes the very best writing anyone can do is written for an audience of one.”

Or John Steinbeck said it earlier “Your audience is one single reader. I have found that sometimes it helps to pick out one person-a real person you know, or an imagined person-and write to that one.” And we never who that one will be, or how it will strike them, or how it will play out. And maybe it won’t resonate much with the one person we direct something to, and someone else will think it the most eloquent thing ever written. We can’t know how what we write or say will fall upon the eyes or ears of someone who finds it. A writing seminar that I went to one time taught me this: The best writing is something that plows its way through the noise and cacophony of the world and enunciates a central truth, to either yourself or a single reader, or a bunch of readers.

That we could all have that one critic, reader, fan, whatever- anonymous or whomever, who clangs that bell and stands up and yells “Bingo! – You nailed it.” Honestly, as I write, I never know if what I am clacking away at is the biggest pile of crap or something pretty profound, all that I know is, at that moment, it had to be said, or I won’t sleep tonight, or I won’t be able to get untracked to get anything else done. And sometimes, that is enough.

I may not always stop and take the time to respond or tell you how something resonated with me Laura, but you always make me think. Thanks for clanging my bell.

Sherry McGuinn

This is beautiful, Laura. And beautifully written. Make no mistake: Your words definitely resonate with me. As a lifelong writer, and someone who has struggled with anxiety for just as long, I get it. When the demons take root, it takes everything we have to fight back. They are vicious and deceitful. They will tear us down if we let them. Tell us we’re not good enough, or strong enough. Or…anything enough. If we give in, we’re done. I’m sorry about your mother and aunt. I understand the pain of such a loss. I lost both my parents within two weeks of one another from Stage 4 lung cancer. Keep writing and sharing. And I will keep reading.

Maureen Nowicki
Maureen Nowicki

Oh Laura, I just adored this piece you so sincerely wrote. So much was said in you giving thanks to Anonymous. It gave me the feeling that you were conveying that it is surprising who can affect you and how. To have faith that inspiration comes and someone can truly see you when and as needed. I am so happy you received the impetus you needed to release yourself from your mind and move deep into your heart.

I truly feel in this work, this was all heart and so very very authentic.

Thank you Laura, I love reading your work at whatever point of your journey you happen to grace us with.


Sarah Elkins
Sarah Elkins

Laura, you speak for many of us in your response here, that we write to explore our own internal messages, to express ourselves in a way that heals, and helps us grow. I can also relate to the idea of sharing to help others process their own experiences, knowing they’re in the company of others in similar situations. I’d also like to thank your friend, Anonymous, for encouraging you when your regular readers might miss a cue here and there. Your voice is missed when you take those much-needed breaks from using it.

Len Bernat

Laura – Thanks for sharing this and reminding all of us that the comments we make here in the BC360 forum are important because they are kind, respectful, and offer encouragement. They can uplift – even when our names are hidden – and that can make a big difference to the author and the other folks who read the post and comments. You just do not find that in other social media sites. Glad you shared this – you touched my heart.

Penny Wobbly
Penny Wobbly

Laura, nice to meet you and read your writing here. The pain of loss is always with us in various strengths and at different times. Except for my husband I have lost all members of my family, the desire to touch, talk and love those no longer here is at times so strong. It cannot be otherwise as they were so much part of our lives.
Trying to find others to fill the gaps left is hard. Now that i have made new friends, the pain is easing, never gone just readjusted. I hope you manage to reach a more comfortable stage soon.

Larry Tyler

I love the fact that someone unknown to us can impact our day, or even our life. I am always grateful when my friend comment but Anonymous, that is powerful. Strong Ink my friend with a touch of mystery.

Mary Schaefer

“Coming here allows me to map out the complexities in my mind and find the elixir to help me heal, to grow, and to learn.” I’m welling up with feeling, Laura. Your writing is so gorgeous and heartfelt. I could float in the buoyancy of it all day. Friend, you have so much to say. I hope more and more find you, and find as much connection, resonance, and safe arbor in reading your writing as you do in the act of writing.

Darlene Corbett

Laura, as always, exquisite! I love reading everything you have written and am grateful for having the privilege of seeing your gifts. Think about all of the anonymous people whom you have touched. You may not know, but they do. Thank you!?

Laura Staley

Thank you for sharing your letter to Anonymous, Laura. Writing can be such a pathway to the inner depths of ourselves and a way to connect to the outer world of people-even if we don’t know them by name-if we haven’t even met them in person. By writing from this place of open, honest, vulnerability you see what is human in all of us-not just Anonymous but many others including me. Grieving the loss of ones we still love can be an intense heart-opening wail. I appreciate your words, writing, and you.

Melissa Hughes, Ph.D.

Wow… I love this so much, Laura! I’m so sorry for your loss and your pain, but I’m so glad that you have found an outlet for your feelings. I, too, write as a way to get “out of my own head.” There is something about putting your thoughts on paper and seeing the written word that gives them a voice – even if it’s in my personal journal and the audience is just me. But as you say so eloquently here, few things are as rewarding to a writer than knowing your words have resonated with another person and maybe moved that person to think a little differently even for just a little while.

“I’m grateful to you, Anonymous, for reading my words and for sharing yours. Whether you realized it at the time, you were giving me the kick I needed to get out of my head. Slowly but surely I come back to your words for reassurance, for encouragement, and for inspiration. Thank you for giving me this gift.”

A gift, indeed! Thank you for sharing it with me.


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