This stuff hurts. Writing this piece is going to sting; it already is.
The research... the pits of hell I have to descend into... the darkness in some of these souls I have to investigate.
Then there's just the truth of it. The truth of what happened to Charlie. I'm consumed by it right now, having watched the preliminary hearings and preparing to watch the trial. I'm really not thinking about much else at all. That's how it needs to be while I'm writing this.
I don't normally do this, but I'm going to ask you to pray for me while I write this one.
Send me strength in whatever way you can. I'm going to need it.
stay close,
~ Clay