Behind the Wall


Being humble, asking for help, peeking over that wall that surrounds me…not my favorite.  I want to not need to write about it, but that seems to be helping me get the cluttered thinking out of my head so I can sleep.  I feel as if I’m in a position of weakness and need to shift my perspective.  I’m just not sure what that shift should look like.  While I think, wait, and pace behind the wall, my anxiety level continues to rise, fall, and rise again. 


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