I never thought that this pic, taken at WSC 19 would be so apt. Sometimes I feel trapped and it seems I’m bashing my head against a wall. Every time I get a few steps forward it feels like I get knocked back a few. It’s like trying to run through treacle!! Im positive that I’ll get through this little bad patch. Bad feelings come and go but they aren’t frightening anymore as I know they are coming. This time I know I can beat them, those bad feelings are only passing through. They don’t seem to stay as long as they used to and are almost fleeting. Broken and powerless they race away to wherever they came from. They will return again and again, but each time they are weaker and less important and there will come a time when they won’t have any power at all. My bad today isn’t my great tomorrow.
Wading through water, you can’t lift your feet above the waves, struggling to pluck your feet out of the sucking sand.