We all have moments where we feel like the world is on our shoulders. Sometimes the weight of it all is heavier than others.
Right now my life is very heavy.
I know that God will take the weight, but sometimes I just need to carry it myself. Good? Probably not, but I am still human.
Michael is gone. That is enough.
Add to that the laws here, being away from friends and family and a precious friend of mine finding out she has luekemia . . . . well I want to fall over.
It's not that I don't want people to talk to me. I want them to. I hate being out of the loop.
Life is just heavy. I will survive.
Just not sure when I will stand upright again.