“Dear God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far away.”

My initial instinct is to always flee. To jump ship and get as far away from my problems as I possibly can. Refusing to deal with reality is my way of dealing…until I refuse to deal for so long that I no longer have a choice. If only there were a way for my to “set my foot down” to keep my world from continously feeling as if it is spinning out of control. I just need a moment to catch my breath, to clear my head, to think…

Where do I go from here?


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