I’ve said it before: Darkness breeds despair. Though my body has been healed and is no longer the cause of sleepless nights, my mind still wanders. And in that restless darkness, words that were never said, only assumed, bounce around in the hollowness of my brain, when the rational portion of the evening has ended and darkness comes out to play. I begin to question all that I’ve ever done and said and how anyone has ever tolerated me. And then I remember when those I’ve  ...