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stumbling through the thick weeds in the dark forest (of my mind) that I am naviagating, I feel scared and try to just breathe through it. I see the eyes of the forest watching me as I take this path and my heart palpitates madly as I wonder if they are going to eat me for dinner. I walk anyway, despite it all. Despite my fear, hoping I will somehow make it to the other side. Knowing that I will, but just wishing it wasn’t such hell to get there sometimes. And of course realizing that there is no finish line. There is no man behind the curtain controlling this whole thing. Dammit. Why can’t this ‘life’ thing be a wee bit easier?