I’m caught in the Wondering. Where is he? Is he safe? Is he even okay? And then the questions start looping—louder, faster: What do I do? What should I do? What shouldn’t I do? How do I help him… without losing myself in the process? I don’t have a polished testimony for you tonight. I’m not writing from victory. I’m not writing from the “other side.”

I know your heart is racing. Your chest feels like you had the wind knocked out of you. I know your hands might be shaking. You’re trying to make sense of what just happened. You might be crying, or you might feel completely numb. That’s okay. What just happened to you was not okay, and it was not your fault. You don’t have to figure this out alone.