YOU were a welcome – or better – an almost necessary distraction. You had to disturb my state of sedation masked as equilibrium. You were the fated catalyst to my recovery.

I have been healing from something very deep and, unfortunately, part of the process was to tamper – almost lock down my desire and ability to “feel”. I have missed my old self. A beautiful one. A rich tapestry of emotional experiences. An original version. Something I should not trade for anything. I needed time and a lot of help to recognize how beautiful my life is – good and bad chapters combined. I realized I wasn’t drowning. I was making art – and that is my life.

I realized I should not fear how it will end and just trust the story – the journey, while it unfolds right before my eyes, day after day. Recognize that there is no free will, but choices matter.

Finally, I learned to treasure the encounters I have with the characters life throws my way – significant or not, and just anticipate the lessons or plot twists they bring in to my story – whether they enrich or break me in the process.

I am glad you are here. I am glad you came along.