I didn’t know what it was going to do to me…going back and reading all of it. I didn’t know that it would make me feel the cracks of pressure. I didn’t know that these pressure cracks would continue to split me open. I didn’t know that it would bring tears to my eyes…that there was still so much feeling there…that I would feel that all to familiar feeling of barbed steel running through my veins and through my neck. It ripped me open more than I am now. That’s where the light began to pour out. I didn’t know that answering this calling, this dream, this desire to step in front of a microphone would bring all these things out in me. I choked on…