I was not kidding when I mentioned a coming cold, dark season last month. To be honest, the darkness sucks, this time more than most.
Perhaps it's partly because this time, I'm peering into my soul and story intentionally, and in a way that I haven't in many years.
Perhaps it's partly because this time, there are people in my life who matter to me, and whom I supposedly matter to as more than just a face in a crowd. I think it's this part that makes the loneliness deeper and the silence deafening.