5 am thoughts reflecting on how hard it becomes to trust people after you've had to traverse alone the darkest most confusing and fearful time of you're life. Then, the silence of the room echoes the voice of a crow. I whistle, the crow sings back. Then I can hear an owl.

Thank you Mother for reminding me that actually I was never alone. Thank you Father for my guardian angels. In flesh or spirit. I am always loved and nobody can take that away from me.