As much as I love writing, sometimes I just can’t find the words. Music fills my mind, drowns out the whispering doubts, pulls a veil over my swollen eyes. It helps, but it also hurts. It reminds and taunts as much as it soothes. And then, senses overwhelmed, I don’t know where to look, what to hear, how to think.
Tonight, I was reminded that I’m not alone; that, as much as we have - as lucky as I am - it’s okay to hurt. It’s perfectly okay to be happy and have so much and be so, so grateful for it, and still feel an emptiness.
What I couldn’t say, my hero, Jamie Tworkowski, did.
