Raindom Thoughts

I have spent a significant portion of my life sitting with people in their most broken places. In hospital rooms where death was making its slow and certain approach. In therapy offices where the accumulated weight of a lifetime finally became too heavy to carry alone. In communities where the wounds were so old and so deep that the people living inside them had stopped being able to see where the wound ended and where they began. And in all of that sitting, across all of tho

Some tears are not the same. There are the kind that don't just fall they sear, scorching trails down your cheeks like lit kerosene, until your face is a map of where the fire has been. They don't just flow they wrench, hook barbed wire through your ribs and drag you backward over gravel and glass, through the hours you swore you'd survived. Some pain is doubly injurious not a wound, but a haunting. The call that doesn't end when the phone clicks dead. The voice t