I wrote for about 32 minutes today, 2 pages. It all comes down to this.

Jack struggles with forgiving Allan for what he did to him and his mom, for causing scars that no one sees.

I realized as I’m writing these parts, this is me, I am Jack in this moment, it definitely derives from my own feelings and emotions, at least in part.

I feel like this journey Jack has been on, has also been mine at times. Mixed in with parts of Dave, Christie and pretty much all the characters at some point. Little things here and there – pieces of me, and things I can relate too or have struggled with.

Rejection, being accepted and loved, feeling unworthy, knowing your worth and value.

Ah, as I’m writing these scenes, I feel some unveiling is happening. I picture a fingernail lifting a board off of an area long in the dark, exposing it to light now. And when that happens, things can’t stay. Things have to be exposed, flushed out, so healing can begin.

Begin Again. Thank you, Jesus!

It All Comes Back to You by Cheap Trick