A lot has been going through my mind. I’ve heard some news that devastated me gently. I think I have plateaued which may be a good sign: an indicator that I’ll feel better soon, I hope. As much as it sucked being told what I was told, as much as my heart sank and goosebumps on my skin rose in unison, I can confidently say that which has not been said is what is really hurting me at this point. Not knowing is a great pain. I may hang on every word that is said but I loose myself in time attempting to decipher what has not been said. Tonight I drove on the freeway with Adele’s One and Only song playing on repeat. I was tempted to keep driving, the night seemed perfect, the freeway welcomed me and the night lights soothed me. I drove, I sang, I thought. But I abstained myself from this spontaneous journey, instead I went home. One night I may just drive…