Simple

I am at a loss. This is the most difficult summer. It is impossible to put things otherwise. But in such a light, this has also, simultaneously, been the most uplifting summer. I've never fought against my flesh so hard, stayed up so recklessly in the midnights, and questioned this existence to such an extent before. And thus, I've never seen the love of Jesus to such a radiant shine and hue since He redeemed me. It is, in no other proper way, ethereal.

I simply cannot do this life alone.

Epiphany

Nope, didn't have one yet.