I am not ok. I want to be, but I am not ok. As the last, precious minutes of a weather induced 4 day weekend draw to an close, I sit in numbed silence trying to piece the mangled pieces of my life into a semblance of order. I am not ok. My heart aches for a world that existed once. My soul bleeds for the chaos that faces so many in our country. I keep hoping that I am overthinking it; I just don't feel that is true. I am exhausted, and I am not ok. No wonder the retreat of my precious home offers the only comfort lately. Here, in contentedness, I can script my hours. I chose music or movies that feed my soul. I prepare healthy food to nourish and heal my body, and I shut out any and all intrusions with swift deliberations. Exhaustion can do that. It can blind reality. Maybe it's my age or the unbearable weight of res...
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