And, despite my blinding, deafening rage, the voices of the people in the rooms were starting to infiltrate my consciousness. Telling me that I could not control or cure anyone but myself, and to keep the focus on healing my own wounds. Suggesting that perhaps I might consider giving the world back to God and stop trying to manage it all. Teaching... See more

sometimes the truth hits that the person you are telling is not responsible for holding your pieces intact, and the clarity is sharp enough to make you rethink what love even means.