If there’s one thing I intend with being vulnerable in my writing and sharing myself with others unconditionally is that I be a tangible example of hope not being futile. Where the sympathetic words void of emotional application fall short, I want to be the bridge over the existential vacuum that kills so many because there doesn’t seem to be a land beyond the abyss. I want to be the last minute diversion from suicide, to give hope one last chance.
I didn’t do anything extraordinary. I went on an odyssey in search of hope and love and I want to share my experiences taming the wild oceans of shadow work and the maps I devised to make the quest easier. I don’t want to fix anything or convince anyone, but be a lighthouse and a library for the earnest seeker.