This time last year was the beginning of the end of my marriage though I suppose if I was able to zoom out at the time, the beginning was much earlier; buried beneath debris that hid in plain sight but would have to be uncovered, pieces dusted off and broken like fragmented sentences that needed to be piece parted together to read coherently. Truths sometimes lie in cracks and crevices. Today we’re in collective disarray and I know there are still many with added turmoil that sometimes feels greater than this pandemic itself. And so I wanted to say to anyone in the struggle, keep going. I can still remember the heaviness of those days, the panic that landed me in my doctor’s office questioning the force of my beating heart that felt like it may push through the woven fabric of my clothing. My insides begging to be seen. My hurt, looking to escape. For some things in life, time is the only solution. No amount of searching or healing or mending could have happened in a single day. Today is as good of a day as any to recognize how far I’ve come. May this post be a token of hope to anyone that needs it. Keep going.