Everything has changed.

I once thought I stood on solid ground, and then something happened and I was knocked off my feet.

I'm in the process of standing myself back up.

It's difficult. I struggle, my muscles grow sore. I could just drop and let things overtake me.

But why do that? Everything has changed, but I can adjust. It will take time to heal.

While I am in this process of getting back up, I may lash out.

It is only my fear. The fear of being knocked down again.

It isn't my wish to hurt anyone. And sometimes I may do.

And for that I am sorry.

And when I'm nearly on my feet, you say something to me.

"Point where it hurts."

And I respond...



"Here is where it hurts."