(With apologies to Judith Viorst) Just one of those days. Nothing bad has actually happened. From an objective standpoint, I should be dancing in the streets, eating rainbow flavored marshmallows with sprinkles, and smiling like a mule eating sawbriars, (as my grandfather used to say). Instead, I FEEL (purely subjective) that I could have a panic attack, collapse in a pile, or run away and join the circus at any moment. My emotions (which are usually not an issue at all), are raw, unsecured, and bizarre. And no, praying isn't helping right now. The sky is brass and the sound of the silence of heaven is deafening. Just a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Any of you ever experience that? The most interesting part is that I can see it objectively while experiencing it subjectively. It's a good thing I don't drink.
I don't think I've experienced that myself. If it's unusual for yourself I imagine that is quite unsettling. I guess it also leaves the praying up to us then.
I've been feeling that way for some time now RK. Prayer seems to be useless. But I can at least offer the shoulder of one who can somewhat understand, and cry with you if need be. Since I don't drink either. Well, not much actually. And only in good times.