I woke up this morning completely numb. I know this is a scary place to be in life, to not care anymore. To feel like nothing makes a difference. The fight has worn me out.
I left 30 minutes early this morning so I could sit in the gazebo at the park where I read my Bible and whispered a few prayers. I closed my eyes to pray and the world started spinning as if I was going to pass out. I squeezed my eyes so tight they hurt but I forged through. I had things to say. Pleas to dash to the Heavens asking for guidance, strength, courage.
I feel like I’ve been given a gift to breath in the calm when it’s there and to recognize that the calm always means there will be a storm. I can only pray that I survive this one.