I feel tired, I had trouble going to sleep until two last night, my hormones are all wonky due to an ovarian cyst, and pains from the past have come to haunt me.
Yet, somehow, I am amazed at the people around me. They are here to lift me up even when I am undeserving. This has probably been the worst year of my life, yet life is good. God is good.
I know where the term broken hearted comes from, because for almost a year now, I literally can feel the break in my heart. No, no one broke it, life did. I think life has a tendency to do that to everyone from time to time. This was my year for a broken heart.
I have a dull ache that comes and goes, although I know its not physiological. I'm not ill or having a heart attack.
Last night, I found out something that made my heart feel as if it stopped. It wasn't anything to do with me, but of possible pain for people I love. It reminded me how life is so unpredictable. This caused this dull pain to resonate in my chest, and there it has set all day.