It’s all so heavy. It’s all so surreal and feels like a dream, a bad dream. One where we can’t come through, or see the light at the end of the tunnel. Why is it so? Why is this so hard? Why do I find myself crying in the middle of the afternoon and evening, randomly? I wish I had answers, but instead I am going to write. Because none of us have answers. You see, this is the problem, we are all so busy trying to “have it all figured out”, trying to sort out and solve the futu