Some days....
....Are just fucking hard. There will be no skirting, shirking, dodging, hiding, or running from these days. They become a terrible vice clamped around your head and heart, squeezing relentlessly. You struggle and put on the brave face and hope it lets up sooner rather than later, and on those truly epic, monstrously awful days, that vice feels like the Hammer of God striking away at everything inside of you that means anything at all. I won't bother telling you the list of 'bad things' that culminated into what seems to be this perfect storm of negative stuff in my life, swirling over my head with peals of thunder and heavy flashes of blue lightning... Needless to say, I prepared for the storm, I just didn't expect it to last as long as it has. One can only take so much before the resistances, the inherent 'intestinal fortitude' drains like water through a sieve, and you are left cored out and empty. Normally, I have a solid defense mechanism, in fact I h...