Sometimes when I think of what I’ve gone through before, I visualise this gigantuan brick wall constructing itself in front of my eyes. And cast iron gates with scary spokes towering over any emotional easy-access. Hardened and unreachable. I’ve always been a mostly head-centric person and the things that happened last November just completely cemented this in stone.
But I hope to someday learn again, that the head is nothing without the heart. Just like our hands: there has to be a reason God gave us two.