On catharsis.

And, once again, it felt like everything was falling apart. Like this, really. And, then, it didn't. Or, rather, it seemed like there was a possibility that it might not much longer.

The phone call came. And, I'm still reeling, but with hope. And, overcome with the amount of goodness around me. I'm adjusting and trying to simply learn to breathe again.

I cry a lot these days. I'm told this is healthy.