it is funny to me that the minute you feel god move in some way is the very minute you become unstable. the minute you feel peace is the very minute you begin to doubt. and then the minute you need professional help is the very minute your counselor goes on maternity leave. huh.
my sister spent the day in the emergency room. i hate that in general, of course, but moreso because i cannot be there for her. i cannot cook her soup and read her stories. i cannot go with her to the doctor tomorrow. it may be the worst feeling ever.
that is all i have.