A “Letters Never Sent” Blog Series by Ra’Mone Marquis One of the hardest things to grieve is potential. Potential relationships. Potential closeness. Potential love. Potential support. Potential healing. Especially when your heart keeps hoping people will eventually become who you needed them to be. This letter is for the emotional exhaustion that comes from repeatedly hoping. Dear The People I Kept Hoping Would Choose Me, I spent a lot of years waiting. Waiting for consisten

A “Letters Never Sent” Blog Series by Ra’Mone Marquis Some people become parents through biology. Others become parents through sacrifice. Through consistency. Through protection. Through staying. Through love powerful enough to reshape someone’s life. Titles can be earned emotionally, not biologically. And when I think about “mom” and “dad”… I think about my maternal grandparents. I think about the two people who chose me. Dear The Two Who Chose Me, I don’t even know where t

A “Letters Never Sent” Blog Series by Ra’Mone Marquis Some versions of us never really disappear. They just get quieter. They wait behind smiles. Behind achievements. Behind responsibilities. Behind survival. And every once in awhile… they tug on our sleeve just to ask: “Do you finally see what happened to me?” For a very long time, I thought healing meant distancing myself from the younger version of me. I thought becoming a man meant burying the scared little boy deep enoug