How, During the Darkest Time in my Life, I Learned to Trust and Let Go
With help from the trees, a fountain, mud, and an angel

My marriage had ended the week before, and I was crying so much I’d begun to wonder if I’d dehydrate myself. Little did I know that this day, to paraphrase author Judith Viorst, was going to be the most “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day” yet.