Imagine reading all of these "imagines," feeling your stomach and your heart wrenching.

Imagine knowing this is the only way to confront your feelings about your traumatic experience.

Imagine not wanting to read any more but feeling you have to because you know you're finally getting better.

Imagine not being able to write your own imagines because it's just too painful.

Imagine aspiring to finally being able to write them.

Imagine loving and cherishing a bunch of strangers for how much they have helped you to deal with these feelings.

Imagine they are the only ones who understand, not even your spouse can!

Thank you all so very much!
Melinda