I am leaving for Haiti tonight – on the heels of the saddest week of my life.
The situation involves more people than just myself, so I won’t say much. But this is something that began all the way back here – and now, over 8 months later, my heart is torn down the middle like a paper valentine.
I will be boarding the plane tonight a hollow shell. I could not have planned that the timing of this trip would coincide with the events of the past few days. I am raw and fragile and physically shaking, and easy as blowing on a dandelion, I come apart.
But I have been shown such kindness in the last few days – from friends and co-workers and even a few strangers. Thank you for purchasing my songs, and as of today, fully funding my trip to Haiti. Thank you for your emails and phone calls to tell me that I’m cared about. Thank you for taking responsibilities off of my plate so I could focus on the crisis at hand.
And as inconsequential as it may seem, thank you for reading these words today. It would have felt dishonest to not share the state of my heart as I leave – and it’s a really big deal to be able to share a little sliver of one’s struggles, even if just through writing.
Despite all I have lost this week, I am blessed. I really am. Next time you hear from me, I’ll be at Mission of Hope, blogging with a Haitian accent.