"The soul has an ironic way of healing itself. It splits apart, piece by piece, until you are a fragmented version of yourself. But the cracks and crevasses let in an unruly light, one so powerful yet daunting that you are blinded by its beauty. The light fills you up to the brim, replacing the splintered, blackened pieces of a once shattered being. You may not ever be the same, but you can start anew." 
- Me