What now?

My mental stasis is making me impatient – which doesn’t make much sense. It’s like it’s been mentally quiet for the past 24 hours. Nothing bad. Nothing good. Just existing.

I am listening to the quiet. It’s easier than I thought it would be. The peace is coming to my heart and mind, slowly but surely. Maintain clarity and focus on the immense gratitude I feel for the gifts I have been granted. I look down and notice the shackles are gone. I am free to follow this feeling where it takes me.

It is tenuous, like untried legs when one stands from sitting in one place too long. Balance is there, but it needs time to fully engage. I need to keep my eyes open to the play being performed in front of me, to contribute my role in it.

Strength is there. Returning gradually to course through my body, though very, very slowly. What’s taking so long?

I am not old. I am not young. I am alive and a living part of the world.

Taking life one step at a time…in a world of uncertainty.

Keep telling myself that I have control.

But am I alone?

Sometimes it really feels like it.

Please…someone talk to me…