There will be things in life we don’t understand, things that will make us cry, or worry. Things that are anchored to some experiences in our past, obscure, yet pervasive.
We might not understand them at all in the beginning, what we’ll know is that they’re there. Like an old friend who’s been waiting for us, waiting in the dark for the right moment to come and tap on our shoulders, saying “I’m still here, wanna talk?”
And if you’re lucky you’ll be surrounded by people who understand this, who had a similar friend hiding in the dark, once. People who went through this change and survived it, transformed through it.
Come on, give me the chills 