Recently it happened... The full blown meltdown of mind and body, the only remnants of myself a blubbering mess of gasping sobs lying on the kitchen floor in my bathrobe. To be in that moment of complete despair while at the same time outside of myself thinking "What the hell is wrong with you? Get up!" is like some twisted form of The Truman Show where I'm watching my own drama unfold while simultaneously writhing within it. As much as I could feel some form of pilot light of strength and hope deep within me, what won out was the overwhelming compression of months of riding the Gravitron of life tumult. When the ride finally slowed the grief vomited forth in a tsunami of despair and exhaustion.
