Eventually all of her dreams would collide with all of her realities and she would feel great pain in corners where she did not wish to see. She’d been told that hitting rock bottom was a gift, being ripped open was necessary to be renewed, reborn and redirected to the right path.
It’s just she couldn’t see that yet. She rather felt raw and uncomfortable. Full of an ache that she never thought possible.
She did the ony thing she knew she went into the hills because she was angry at life AND only the sight of birds and bees, flowers and trees could balm her thoughts and quiet her mind.