Dear Anonymous,
Standing up straighter this morning. His aspirations spoken out...to get an apartment, go back to school, get a degree, be a counselor, a journalist....
Tough to have aspirations when you are in the jungle of despair, with substances calling you like sirens, with complicated mental health history, with the numbing effect of street life on top of all that. With anger. With anxiety. Hard to even stand up.
Today he is showered, shaved and I may have heard a whisper of hope.
Stand tall, Tyler...we see you.