soeffinhappy

This last year has been like being lost in the woods or something. I've been walking around, hoping I'm doing things right and hoping that I'm not making a decision that will make everything much much worse, but really not having any way to tell. When you're lost, you have no idea what to do. Should I stay still? Should I keep moving? Should I scream at the top of my lungs? Should I turn around? Are there any right answers? It's dark, the unknown is all around you, strange noises bounce around inside your head and even if you can stay calm, you're still freaking out. "OK. I'm going to be OK. I'm not too lost, things will be alright. I'll find a road." The truth? Or just something you tell yourself to keep from running through the night screaming like a banshee? Maybe you'll find the road, and in a little while you'll be sipping hot coffee and telling the story of your rotten ordeal to riveted listeners, held captive by the fact that the person talking to them now, could have died because of what they're telling you. Or maybe you'll collapse, tired and alone, while the last of your will is sapped out, only to become a headline in weeks or months or years.