No, You're Not Crazy—But These Days Are

I may not know you but I think I know something about you.

I know you’re exhausted.

I know that these days you're always pretty close to breaking down.

I know that you live often pushing back tears, carrying existential dream, contending with scalding anger always bubbling beneath the surface, forever hoping this is a bad dream you'll awaken from—and that these are the good days.

I know that for you the bad days are far worse. On the bad days you think that it's you. On the bad days you question your very sanity. On the bad days you believe you may be losing your mind.

This is what happens when the world gets turned upside down, when the natural equilibrium of the things you knew and counted and found comfort in is so disturbed that there seems no solid place to stand anymore.

Right now very little seems to offer respite:
Your family may have become hostile territory,
Your church a source of wounding,
Your religious tradition a stranger,
Your neighborhood a place of alienation,
Your friendships an awkward silence, 
Your marriage a battleground,
Your social media feed a war zone—
and because of all this, your own head may not be a place you feel at all comfortable in anymore.