I have mountains to share,
but I’m not yet kind enough to myself
to lay them off my shoulders.

Sleep gently, heart full of questions.
You’re not more than you are.
But you are enough.

A mind  like a cathedral built out of ruins. Quiet, haunted, beautiful.
He's still walking its halls, lighting candles, naming ghosts.

He isn't healed. But he's aware. And in that awareness, there's a strange kind of peace.

after suffering a long time in silence. It's the moment of: "Wait... all of this pain was based on a lie I believed about myself?",and i laughed.