I believed everything happened for a reason — until reporting abuse taught me some things don’t work that way at all. A story about loss, meaning, and learning to reintegrate.
What if home isn’t somewhere you finally arrive at? What if it’s a moment you notice — and then another, and then another? A post for anyone exhausted from trying to heal their way home.
A visceral dream on Valentine’s Eve revealed a mansion on a cliff, buzzards circling, and a message I couldn’t ignore: Love is the answer to darkness. Sometimes what looks like it’s tearing you apart is exactly what will set you free.
