these last few days have been insane. they haven't seemed real; like they're out of a movie.
i don't understand. i'm so hurt. i'm so angry. i'm so numb. i'm so frustrated. i'm so worried.
a sweet friend put ecclesiastes 3 in front of me. it's something that i am trying to hold on to. it's hard.
am i ever going to accept this? will there be reconciliation? will anyone come out of this alright?
so many questions, and not many answers.