The Unseen Secret Behind Joy V.’s Enigmatic Lightkeeping Journey Revealed
Because of this, a few months into the crisis, I was determined to find something positive to latch onto to fight the compassion fatigue, to remind me of his humanity before his addiction. That’s when I remembered the blue canary nightlight.
I found it when cleaning out the squalor during one of his relapses. He had plugged it into his bathroom outlet, above a pile of crumpled tissues. The nightlight was beautiful but out of place, like a rare wildflower sprouting through pavement.
Out of context, a nightlight didn’t mean much. But weeks earlier, he had texted me a photo of it, along with lyrics from his favorite song, a quirky one told from the perspective of a blue canary nightlight that stands watch and offers encouragement.
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