Do you remember what you told me?
You said that every dark moment had something to offer. You told me not to fight so hard, but to spend that energy searching for fuel. Fuel for the future. The future I wanted, and the one I didn’t. You said these new memories would fortify my resolve, (and they did). You told me to embrace my dark moments, to stare them down until peace rushes in, and that when it did, (and it always does), the way forward would be clear.
You were right. About everything.
Your words made all the difference.