At age 50, I committed the rest of my life to the purposes and messages of the Common Ground project, but as I explained in my last blog, I’ve gone silent for several months. I’m going to break that silence now, and tell you why. In January of this year, I started a 3 year bachelor’s degree program in Writing for Film and Television at L.A. Film School.
When I returned home to Tennessee after two months in Los Angeles, my husband let me know that several months before, our pastor’s wife had pulled him aside privately at church and said, "When we came to your house for Jill to present her Common Ground project,
...I saw mental illness and narcissism in Jill,
and I am concerned she’s going to destroy you, Stan.”
That’s the day my music died. I also discovered that the two of them had an ongoing, “well meaning” private Facebook Messenger conversation about my alleged mental illness, narcissism, and concern that I was destroying my husband. Other than these things I’ve just shared, I am not going to speak any further about the pastor’s wife or my husband.
Over the next few months through a prewritten weekly blog series, I’m going to openly share my personal journey through this, and leave their story to them. The blog is prewritten so as not to be tempted to edit according to response. Some will scoff, some will disagree with my approach, and some will find deep healing and feel less alone. It is for the latter group that I write this blog series.
Love to all,
Jill
P.S. Through wise counsel and the help of a dream, I have been led to return to a former church where I have received immeasurable healing and freedom in the past.