Silent sunlight, welcome in; there is work I must now begin.
Discernment, more and more.
What is the truth of this situation? How am I called to act?
My father has bipolar disorder. He is manic. He is in the state mental hospital.
I am angry. I am hurt. I am confused.
I miss my mother.
I breathe. I walk. I soak.
I look at the sky.
My only way forward is to believe that Love will prevail, and to let go of what that looks like.
Even in this suspended tangle of chaos, there is Light.
Silent Sunlight by Cat Stevens