It's been a whirlwind.
The can't catch my breath type.
I drink probably more coffee than I should.
I sleep less hours than I need.
I sleep at the wrong times for the right amount.
Oh, it's silly. Stumbling back to the US, trying to get it together.
When I'm really not all that put together to begin with.
As in, mind state, heart capacity, and willpower.
Finally starting work, but having so much to still do.
Finally unpacked, but moving to another room.
Finally getting the hang of what love is.
And then realizing there is no God to my days, and that is possibly the best reason for why everything is so hard and I am overwhelmed.
Sometimes I feel as if I am too proud to ask for God's help.
Sometimes it's a feeling of unworthiness to ask God for help in the simplest of things.
