I’ve realized the greatest transformations happen for me in the darkest seasons.
In the moments that feel nonexistent. Looking back on them I remember nothing.
I remember some of the music. Certain poems or movies. Visual imagery that moved me then.. Everything else is a blank.
But what I do know. Is that I come out of these seasons transformed. That secret things are given to me in these darkest places.
And in this way the things I love most about myself have been given to me...