I couldn’t possibly have imagined this turbulence a month ago.
The things I held in my hands are now slipping slowly but surely away from me as I continue to judge and accuse. Yet other bits of life fall into place as easily as breathing. Too bad none of the things that come easily actually mean anything. The only bright spot in this trying and sad day is a reconstructed friendship, forgiveness far too late in the game. Otherwise, a disappointment.
I remain unsure of where to go when everyone seems to have a different idea about what’s best for me. I need help.
I’m so emotionally exhausted right now I’m honestly ready to cry. Now I know what they’re talking about when they say it was one of those days.
