Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read
I am currently buried under that pile of bricks. And yet, next week I will go to my counselor and talk about mindfulness as if that is even something I am capable of right now. I am afraid to tell her how I am really doing, how I really feel because I think she will refuse to keep trying to help me. I know that this will pass, but when it hits and I’m in the thick of it, it is difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel as anything but the possibility of an oncoming train.
