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."