I couldn’t say that particular morning, that my day was going to be a good one. But sometimes the right people step into your day for the right reason for the right time.
I remember it so clearly.
I was behind on everything. I was feeling disjointed and agitated for no reason, a familiar symptom of my chronic D.
I hadn’t slept, I felt depleted of all focus, I didn’t even know how to say what was wrong.
I was feeling like hightailing it back to the covers on my bed that didn’t judge me, need anything from me, or require clear thought.
I was only up for an hour before I felt like I had been battling for 24 of them already.
“Lord, you’re going to have to give me a way through.” I had been praying it non-stop.