Thinking, feeling, and sinking feelings

Postcard from an unraveling – Part 7

“I was just floundering and down and trying to find my way out of a hole by doing more of what got me into it.”

By mid-August, I was just grasping for a rope to pull myself out of whatever was paralyzing my ability to write… and that was when our story began to turn. The plane began to stabilize. The pilot slowly regained control of the aircraft; vector…