I reached out to a friend on Voxer who knows the darkness and the hard places well, who is about as truthful an advocate for telling your whole story as anyone I know.
I talked to her about the growing darkness that was hovering over me and threatening to suffocate. I looked at my phone as I spoke to the green blinking safety line that told me she was listening on the other end. And as I did, I saw the date.
Suddenly, so much made sense–well, at the very least the kind of sense I’ve come to make of trauma and loss and grief and post-traumatic stress over the last seven years.… Read the rest!