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  • Writer's pictureLaura Kae


“Perfect.” I said. My life was perfect for just a little bit today. Well, actually for the last eight hours. It is pretty cool to finally be back to having life be so awesome I do not want to go to bed. Is it perfect? Oh God, no. It is entirely out of my control, and I have no idea what I am doing. Lots of things still hurt, but I have friends who love me.

It is weird to have friends. I have never really had friends. I have people to share all my bad jokes with. I have people to love me. It is kind of weird. I am not complaining.

Today was Sunday. It was not the easiest day, but it was not the hardest either. A bit of emotional exhaustion. It would be tough not to be exhausted after the last few days. By this evening I had popped out of my time warp from seeing my pre-rock bottom friend on Friday night. It is good that things have changed, but change can be exhausting.

This is the life where all my dreams collide.

To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the LORD has planted for his own glory. – Isaiah 61:3


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