My head is breaking. So much seems to be going wrong. The days are getting shorter. I need more sun. I'm bothering total strangers with my musings, and I don't know why or how I'm doing that. This is supposed to be more an exercise for myself to live up to a commitment to do a daily writing.
I know that lately I've been on a dark path. I feel like crying, running away, or just never getting out of bed. I was so valiantly trying to see the bright side. I was trying to make the best of confusion. It's not working. Time to wallow I guess. And then it's time to just let go and let God. His will, not mine.