I am going through a rough patch in life right now. Things don't seem to go my way, a lot has changed, pieces don't fall in to place like they used to and over all I feel as if I'm hanging off a cliff. So, only recently, I started writing a journal. Partly because I wanted to document my feelings but mostly because I needed an outlet for my growing frustration with everything around me.
And now a month later, when I sat down to read my initial entries, I have come across a startling realization.
