it's so human... a frustrating sort of contradiction; it's alarming, and yet sometimes I feel so petrified that I don't feel anything.
I remember talking, long ago, to a mentor about the issue of apathy, marveling at how cold it felt, and yet how awful the numbness is. As she was praying for me, she spoke of an image that's haunted me since. That I was sitting in the dark, watching as the candle in front of me slowly dies, and yet I can't do anything but watch it drown in all the wax.
But thank God for catastrophes. Because pain is better than emptiness.
Because God knows my name is Israel too.
