In April 2012, I overdosed. I was living in San Francisco and had started therapy. I had been very near that point for a long time, but a combination of starting therapy and watching/feeling a lifetime of trauma surface to fly around me…
I want to thrive, I want to ride the smooth waves of language down under, the kind that forces meaning from the deep recesses of my soul – turns bits of coal into gems that burst open hearts with shine.
Your life breathes and sways like the trees on a cashmere-gray day. Holding breath only to release the gust of angst that belongs not inside of you, not beside you, but in the ethers where it can alchemist into starlight.
We forgive and we move forward – because there is no relief found in clinging to what doesn’t match our needs. There is no joy, in trying to make situations or people become what they aren’t or what they never could be.