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Sitting on the hard wood floor, pressed up against the door frame. This is the most secure I've felt all day.

My mind is spinning. It's all just too much, too much. It seems like a lifetime ago that I stood at the lake and snapped those pictures. I'm not able to talk...not able to break things down into manageable chunks. Too many things are in disarray.

I only know one way out of this, but it's not a good way. The longer I wait, the faster I spin.

Please pray for me.