I too have woken up, sad to the bone. I’ve wanted to feel nothing and have almost reached that place by never getting out of bed, or by staying still. I’ve been lonelier than any word I know for loneliness. I’ve been alone.

But I’m not anymore.

Of course, that’s a lie. It’s a small lie. It would be a lie to say there are some mornings I would love for someone to come to my door and say, “It’s OK. It’s OK to get up. You’ll be okay. Let me hold you. Let me show you how to hold yourself. Let me show you how to walk into this world and touch everything you love, even once.”

For you, that day will come. It will because it has to. Because you’ll let it. You’ll realize that the heart is a hunter. And a net. And a house. And a room.