Feeling everything and nothing at the same time.

Being filled and yet empty.

Tired, yet alert.

Believing people are good because they are made in the image of God. Trusting no one because people do horrible things.

Words escape me and yet thousands stir within me. The life of a survivor is saying nothing because you cannot say much at all. And yet…God gives us voices and platforms and storytelling.

Someday I might write the details down. But for now, know I am with you, my dear ones. For anyone treated less than human—I’m with you, I see you, and I’m sorry. Life is raw. And I don’t know who needs to hear this today, but you’re loved more than you know.