I have been dealing with what am I feeling — or more accurately what am I not feeling — since the fire, storm, evacuations, and near-death experience in the mud with my wife. Lori and I are going to meet a post-traumatic stress doctor this week.
My life had been a large ball filled with "things of interest" and things to deal with, some good, some not good, but things that kept me moving forward, seeking that inner peace we all seek.
But since these events I feel strange. I feel like the ball I lived in has been shattered. Fragments of me are moving in different directions at different speeds at different times. I find myself wanting to gather them in and put my life puzzle back together. But something, some phantom, keeps brushing it away, out of my reach. The result is a painful loss of energy, fatigue, depression, crying over nothing, or so it seems.