You feel stuck. You’re hurting. There’s a disconnectedness about you that you swear wasn’t always there.

You’re boxed in. Everything feels so fragile, like it could all come crashing down at any moment. Sometimes you dream about it falling. Better to fail and move on then tread water like this forever. And then you have a familiar thought: “What if this is all life is?”

Terror. Panic. Anger. Guilt.

Moods pass; all storms do. But it’s been stormy around you lately. Everything seems to require so much effort- there was a time when this all came so effortlessly. There are habits that you find surprisingly difficult to break, even if you’re honest enough to admit them. When did everything get so hard?

And then one day it gets better and it stays better. Promise.