Anonymous thoughts about the prodigal.
The guilt of departure and the grief of what was cost.
Returning to people who have a version of you that isn't you anymore.
The one who left, and what that means.
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The prodigal is the one who left — the place, the family, the life that was expected. The leaving was necessary, or felt necessary. The cost was real: the people who were hurt, the relationships that didn't survive, the version of yourself that is not forgiven by everyone, including sometimes yourself.
Anonymous thoughts about the prodigal experience posted here are from people who left and carry the leaving — the honest account of what it costs to have gone, and what it's like to return to people who remember a version of you that no longer exists.