Mood: like I’m falling off a tall cliff
There’s a weird feeling when you become unmoored from an existence you became comfortable in.
In theory, it’s a blessing – a chance for a new beginning, a whole new world of opportunity – to be anything, to do anything…right?
In your mind you know it’s exactly the right direction to go, but the thought of starting all over, of being all alone again is heartbreaking. It feels like grieving and confusion.
The only thing to keep you going is a single thread of hope that things will work out better in the end.
It doesn’t make the mountain ahead any easier to climb or the heartbreak any less painful in the meantime.
Philippians 4:13 ~ “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”