I really have no words for the moment. None of my own, anyway. 
So instead I'll leave you with some Anais Nin quotes.
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
"Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat."
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
So instead I'll leave you with some Anais Nin quotes.
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
"Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat."
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
i'm not normally one for writing lots. especially about how i feel. but recently i feel like i could write pages and pages. i think it's because there is so much going on inside my head.
it also seems that i have aquired a better way with words recently too. when speaking. but specifically with one person. i'm not sure what that means.
i look forward to your email