In every single moment.
I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize me. Those bags under squinted eyelids surely couldn't represent who I am these days. But then again, these days are early mornings, greeted by the sun shining through drawn blinds; these days are midday messages detailing hopes for healing; these days are late night texts laying out every worry still weighing down the mind behind those bag-laden eyes. Every word is a step closer to another new beginning, a fresh start I've been leaning into with even fresher dreams of restoration. This story is not some throwaway tale of a secondary character in a three-part episode. Woven throughout the fabric of every scene are the details that point both forward and backward at moments of clarity and growth. Within the very letters that form words painting a picture of a character with potential will be found a truthful portrayal of a memorable redemption arc. For this story carries value, this story holds its weight against the stereotypical c
