The truth is: I'm stressed. I'm worried. I'm think I'm more stressed and worried than I ever have been in my life. And stress is incredibly exhausting. All my energy is going into the things that I have to get done. Everything else is falling by the wayside, and I hate it. Writing has always been my outlet, and it seems almost cruel that I can't find my voice at the same time I need it the most.
Anyway, this too will pass, so please don't count me out. In the meantime, if you get a second, please send a positive thought, prayer or hug my way. This is one of those times I could really it.
Thank you so much,