When you reach a depth of pain; that you never knew was possible, it’s overwhelming.

It makes me so happy for the people that have never experienced this level and I pray to God that no one else, ever does.

Our inherent nature wants to place blame somewhere, but honestly, there’s always enough blame to go around and like a tightly woven tapestry, we will never be able to separate it, as hard as we try.

Attempting to do this only creates more pain and more division.

Yes I can feel angry for the things that were done to me, even if I believe they were out of the category of acceptable.

Accepting that “all things work together” is what I cling to every day.

I cling to hope for a brighter future, I strive to grow in understanding myself and beg for mercy for the places I have fallen short, which are many.

I continue to do my best to be loving despite my reality that made me question if love even exists.

However, despite my reality, thank goodness, I’ve witnessed love.

Witnessing/experiencing love makes me believe there may be good and love beyond my experiences and understanding.

Several people in my life have helped me cling to this hope.

They are the heroes that someday will understand their place: behind the scenes, in peoples lives that were wrecked beyond compare and upheld.

We were upheld through the simple act of love: a reminder, a text, an understanding, a note, an encouragement, a thank you, humble advice, a story, a laugh, a recommendation, a kind word, time, or basic connection.

These people make the world continue to revolve, because without love, we would all cease to exist.

These acts of love, each one, have saved numerous lives, that we will not know or understand, the full effect of, until we reach heavens gates. ❤️