Somewhere, I’d left a gap in my armor, a hole in my shield, and now… it had tracked me down again.
Without these hard times, the good times lose their sweetness.
Maybe it's not the most glamorous subject matter (referring to the photos). Therapy probably doesn't rank that high either. But that's not the point Perspective is.
I'd go from being sharply focused and on point to having the mental focus of a squirrel on caffeine combined with the memory of a goldfish with a concussion.
Somehow, these words can have a monumental impact on someone the author will never meet, due to time or distance or both.