SWAMPED

It’s a lot.

Where do I turn?

Where do I go?

How do I begin again?

I am knee-deep.

I can barely waddle my way through this bog.

I have lost my footing, and the quicksand of foreboding is sucking me under.

Violent waves of dread threaten to capsise the fragile boat that is my life.

Yet, a ray of sunshine has broken through in this dreary and gloomy sky.

The warm light of hope warms my frozen soul.