Monday December 11, 2017
One day you finally knew what you had to do. That’s not quite how it happened, but you’ll tell yourself it is. Honey goes down easier than vinegar. You’ve been writing things on your hands this week, God in black ink, spiraling into the drain in the sink at work. Shit, you needed it to last, just this once.
The only way out is through.
One day you did the thing that took more bravery than you knew you had. How do people cross deserts with children on their backs and their belongings tied to the back of donkeys? How do people survive losing children, losing mothers, losing lost loves? You dug deep and you told the truth and everything broke but no one died.
The truth will set you free.