The past few months have dragged me and my heart through the muck. Difficult patient flights and other drama has worn me out.
Writing has been the last thing on my mind.
It is difficult to realize that sometimes it is necessary to let time do what it can do and let go of the rest. Yesterday I did that.
I forced myself away from it all and did something therapeutic. I quite literally tore apart my office.
Destruction is therapeutic.
Halas. What will happen will happen.