I wanted to take a moment and write an open letter to my Mom and Dad -- Marie Nalepa & Tony Nalepa. After a year and a half now in clinical psych grad school, Ive realized something -- were not that screwed up! We were always the loudest, most emotional, most opinionated family in the room. Lets face it; the Nalepa clan was hard to swallow and digest at times. (To everyone in Wheeling, IL -- might you agree? :)) But I now see that it is because we were (and are) of a rare breed. We TALK about each and every little feeling we have. We EXPRESS each and every little emotion we have. We KNOW deep in our bones that all of our thoughts and feelings are valid and worthy of expression. But most importantly -- all of us have shown each other that we are never alone. We may never fully understand each other. (Frankly, Dad, I stare at you and am at a complete loss much of the time; and Im sure you feel the same way about me! LOL!) But Ive always felt like I mattered, like my passion for the arts was important, and that a successful and safe future was in the cards for me. Today, I take on the world often -- and I take a lot of shit for it...and not a single part of me feels broken or marginalized. I simply feel inspired... Because I know Ive always had and will have a safe place to land. Thank you, -me PS: Youre still crazy, loud cat people -- but so am I. It works. :)
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 16:20:45 +0000
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