So I am bent and broken. Shattered and being shaped (deformed?). By what? By whom? Time will tell. Or maybe it won’t. Maybe all that time will give me is the chance to get some distance, look back, and make up some over-arching narrative that will try to give a meaning, or purpose, to this season of my life. And this version of me will be here to remind that version of me that no, it did not make sense.
Thou Art Lightning and Love 