Sometimes I feel so broken. Poor Humpty Dumpty. I get it! There are not enough king’s horses nor king’s men to put me together again. Then other days I wake up like the Red Queen. “Off with his head!! Paint those roses red, damn you!!” And still there are other days when I feel like the miller’s daughter who has been tossed into a room and told to spin gold out of straw. 
That feeling of utter disbelief and panic because you have absolutely no idea what to do because the task at hand is impossible. But most of the time I just feel like Rip Van Winkle and wish that I could wander off into the woods and fall asleep for 20 years. I’m simply exhausted, physically, emotionally, spiritually. Just tired. And yet every time I think, “I’m going to sleep all day,” it doesn’t happen. My eyes pop open like a child’s on Christmas morning at the crack of dawn.
However, all the time I feel as though I am lost in some fairy tale land, because this is certainly not reality. I just keep falling down the rabbit hole, looking for those bread crumbs that lead back home. But there’s a wolf in Grandmother’s bed and a wicked step mother disguised as a kindly old lady around every bend.
I’ll just keep getting up every day, putting on my ruby slippers, clicking my heels together, and repeating, “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home…” And maybe one day when I open my eyes I will see and feel something that resembles the comfort of home…peace of mind.
Moonsister 