I’m usually the strong one. I suppose that all things considered, I still am. Right now though, all that’s been ongoing in my life has in essence caught up to me. In a way of speaking, I’m overwhelmed. I feel torn in several directions, too much to process all at once. Thankfully, I still suffer from detachment and in a way grateful for it at the moment. I don’t think I could have handled all that is occurring if I wasn’t essential detached. Everything happens as it should.

I know some of you are worried because I’m quiet. It is not my intention to worry you. I’m just at a loss for words more often than not. I speak, yet to whom and when is subjective. Lately I seem to find comfort in silence. I’ve tried to write, yet find placing thoughts in to words, difficult. Even this post is proving itself a challenge. How can I be full of emotion yet devoid at the same time? It’s a hard concept to explain and the chance of being misunderstood is great.

I haven’t even had it in me to pick up my camera. I’ve lacked the inspiration. That is until today. She called to me while at the cemetery. I suppose somehow I knew I needed it. Sometimes all that’s needed is a simple thing to get you through a rough spot. Tomorrow the struggle remains, yet for now, I’m at peace. I keep fighting though. I’m a survivor, it’s how I’m built. I will overcome and I will rise.