It’s 3:30am and I woke with a start. The nightmare is still happening. Feel anxious and dazed. Pain and betrayal won’t let me sleep.
I feel God reaching out to me. God is here. God is here. God is here.
I just have to get through today, right? I don’t have to think about divorce and loneliness and overcoming heaps of trust issues. I don’t have to figure out how to support myself and my daughter. Not today. Today I just have to get through the next 24 hours. Maybe 19 hours if I can get to sleep at 10pm tonight. Maybe just 19 hours. I just have to get through 19 hours.