“That spark is bulletproof. It’s been through the fire countless times. Its tardigrade resiliency is my saving grace. It held on for dear life when my mind couldn’t anymore. When dark thoughts of worthlessness and needlessness overcame me, that spark grabbed me by the silk of a spider’s web and held me, like cold bones. It wasn’t the warm bosom of a loving mother, it was a final place to fall, and avoid expungement.”