Today

The worst possible thing that could have happened, happened.

It might be a long time before I'm able to write about it, perhaps.

But, now that the dust has settled a bit, I feel I have a second chance. It's the weirdest sense of quasi-hope.

I might have just hit bottom earlier today. And, for some reason, it seems easier to climb up from the last rung than mid-way up the ladder. Less vertigo.

Sometimes forests have to be burned down before anything new can grow?

There are the fingerprints of providence all over this.

Being broken isn't so bad, if it means light finally gets through.

Oh God, if being humble means being broken, keep me broken; not with self-hatred, but with love...