The Unseen Secret Behind Joy V.’s Enigmatic Lightkeeping Journey Revealed
I feel anger at myself: Why didn’t I check on him sooner?
I feel anger at my parents: Why did they let him slip away, too?
I feel anger at him: Why does he keep putting us through this?
And yet I also feel awe: He has stayed alive this long, in spite of the state of the birdhouse in his soul. People with addiction are far stronger than we give them credit for.
The nightlight is now in my office, permanently switched on, casting a faint blue light on the worn carpet.
One day, I hope I can return his belongings back to him, especially the blue canary. It will mean he has found peace and stability, at least for now, but a longer “now” than normal.
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