What a beautiful post
Stuck. Wandering around aimlessly.
Routine deadens her inside. Lack of inspiration and imagination.
Trying to shake it off. Trying to pull herself out of this hole.
What will the catalyst be? The thing that turns it all around. Where will she look to find it?
Drowning in same old. Where’s the spark? The burning desire to catapult her into energy and joy. Where does she turn, Who does she turn to?
Sleeping doesn’t give her joy, it only numbs her for a time. She awakens, desensitized of gratefulness to be alive.
She shouts, “Somebody, please show me the way to be happy. Where are you?”
She’s tired of feeling this way. She is so damn tired.
She asks, “Where will I find the change that I need? Where does it come from? Why don’t I know the answer? ”
Her thoughts are racing . “I cannot help myself. I need…
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