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I was heading somewhere, at least I thought I was.
Yes, I’m sure.  I had an idea of where I was going. There was a journey I was on. I was heading somewhere.
But I have discovered that the trail just petered out and kind of… led to… nowhere.
I am nowhere.
I can’t see where to go next.
Sometimes I think I could go back to the start and try a totally new path. But that’s too far now. I need to figure out a way forward from here.
I’m lost.
I don’t know where I am.
I don’t even know how to get on a path because I don’t even know what the path should look like or where it should head.
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NB...So we have had a rough few weeks. Facco's father has been moved into a nursing home. We tried our last attempt fertility-wise- a frozen embryo that they said was highly likely to have chromosomal abnormalities -- and well, it didn't work out. Amidst this, I feel I am having somewhat of a mid life career crisis. Overall feeling? Lost... hence my thoughts above.
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  1. JT2 April 2019 at 06:30

    This was so good. it puts into words what so many of us feel.

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    1. Inexplicably Missing7 April 2019 at 04:36

      Again, JT, I am glad it resonated for you and helped put something in to words for you. So much is swimming through my own head at the moment!

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