I believe this: that no matter the situation we are born into, we are each of us born into an inalienable state of grace, which cannot be altered by appearances, by circumstances, or by the influence and intentions of other people. It cannot even ultimately be altered by our own actions.

I still have truly terrible moments, where I catastrophize and think my own situation the terrible result of some inferiority I supposedly possess. I ideate. I isolate. I drown in the soup of depressive thought, the abyss of sadness...

But it's not true! No no no! I am a beautiful child of whatever divine energy allows and propels us to exist, and no one can take that from me. And no one can take it from you. You were born with your fuzzy dignity in tow, and none can pry it from you even though at times it can seem and feel that way.

I hope I have not spoken out of turn. The above is offered in my unabashed love of Fuzzy, a being whom I have never met but of whose grace I am sure.