Last night, through tears, I whimpered a childish plea for my life to be "normal" and "easy" and "clear."
I am continuously at war.
Pervasive fatigue and now this ubiquitous disorientation . . .
I can't figure things out. I don't know what I am supposed to do.
I am so turned around I don't know what or who is real.
Blinded. I can't see a thing. My hands reach out to find dark, dense emptiness---nothing to guide me.
How do I follow if I can't see?
I don't dare move.
I lack the faith.
