For a long while, it has been nothing but tears to accompany me to sleep, wishes of a better tomorrow and prayers for strength to survive another day.
I can't say that has subsided, nor has any of the issues fully resolved. Neither do I know why I'm going through all these.
The bitter lump is still in the throat. In fact, the waves continue to crash over me, fiery arrows fly from all directions without any sign of abating.
If anything, I'm challenged to trust and hope in a God that seems silent for most part of this struggle. There doesn't seem to be any (visible) light at the end of the tunnel, and I grab at whatever I can to support me.
For now, your prayers and encouragement have been my lifeline. At least I know I'm not alone in this.