I know it’s finished. It’s over now, it happened, it isn’t happening. But what do you want me to do? It’s impacted every aspect of my life since.
The comfortable deep silence
Being able to talk about soft, tender, “ important” things
I’ve been noticing signs of faith, everywhere. And it makes me feel warm, and safe, and whole. I really can’t explain it any further than that and I don’t suppose I’m supposed to be able to.
There is a colossal need to look up from your feet.
To straighten your back and look past the strain you feel.