​I had been striving so hard to push my own problems away, convincing myself the course was set and the outcome would be inevitable. I believe it to my core. And in doing so, I opened my heart up and made room for the troubles and problems of others. And they are so many… It felt like those first moments you step out of the darkened afternoon theater, into the sun, and your eyes can’t even take it all in. I can’t turn without a friend having a problem. And I can’t find my own breath without wanting, needing to make things right. And my confused, open heart, keeps breaking at the idea that the world can be so cruel and unfair to people who just don’t deserve it…

And there’s not much I can do to help it…