There comes a point in life when you just have to stop. Regroup. Reevaluate. And try to get your balance back. I find that I am, once again, thrust into that spot.
And, quite honestly, it's wretched.
I could write a million words, cry a million tears, pray a million prayers, and scream and rage. And I probably will along the way.
But for right now, I yearn to find a quiet place to just rest. Why is it so elusive?