one day i awoke and realized something so important to my healing, i smile at the irony of this photo: everybody has felt pain at least once in their life. i am not the only soul to defy death (god wants me here), suffer loss (god wanted him there), to lose my home (to return to another). i am not the only one. so when praying for myself, i must pray for others, too. and in the midst of my greatest heartaches, and quietest nights, it is the remembrance of this sentiment that i heal a little more.
(self-pity: get rid of it or it will rot in you)