Part of my day was derailed but I am back home...happy to have some rest time and feeling like I have utterly failed to help someone who is barely treading water...Sometimes it seems that I spend so much time trying to lift up others that I lose my own footing...
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But...but...
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Helping others often brings the my own fears up full-force. I cried as I drove home...feeling lonely in a way I have never experienced before...and while I am trying to see it as part of something bigger and better...it is making me so, so sad today. And having my fear ride up the coattails of a friend's troubles makes me feel selfish and guilty somehow...
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Getting out and having some normal conversation this afternoon can only do me good.
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Now, wasn't this a happy little read?