Today Mikaela asked me if I’d ever prayed for anything. I forgot about the multiple times I’d asked god to make me a writer. And then all these fucked up things happened, decades happened in months. Trauma laid upon itself. And the reality is that my mind cannot comprehend truly the magnitude of what I lost or the injustice that wrecked me, and the enormity silenced me. I feel mute.

I pray that I may find the words I need.