But there’s this place you get to, when you’ve gone lower than low. When you have nothing and nobody, or when the pain is too much to actually cope with. There’s a secret place that opens up and lets you in. A place of real beauty and real rest. Only people who have really been hurt, really been broken, get to see beauty like that. It’s the paradox of all the pain. It grants me access to the kindest thing, the brightest thing. And I don’t think I would trade that for any bed.’
