Meg Dowell Writes

I do not know what the future holds. No one does. Only God, who is not Someone, but Everything, knows.

I no longer ask myself what will happen if the fog does not lift. Rather, I ask myself what I will do until it does. Because one cannot live like this forever. And my solution for the time being is to hope that it will work itself out. I have done, virtually, all I know how to do.

It may take a single Spring Break to figure it out. Or it may take a lifetime. Either way, whatever way, it does not end here. I will continue to blink until my vision clears, I will sleep until I get tired of it, and I will not hurt the ones that I love because of how unforgiving I am of myself.

Be patient with me. The world does not stop spinning. And eventually, everything will return to normal. I’m still here, somewhere, underneath all of this.

If I didn’t believe that, I would have given up long ago.

Love&hugs&hope, Meg<3