Sometimes we get slammed with life tragedy, trauma, or grief so difficult and so prolonged that we finally fall to our knees in surrender to, “I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Whatever it is that we have always done to get by, to overcome, or maybe even to bypass, just isn’t working anymore. In whatever way we have seen ourselves, be it as a strong person, a “weird” person, a bad or good person, or any other of the many ways we can see ourselves, we are lost now, in a fog so impenetrable that we seem unavailable to ourselves.

Sorrow is thick in its oppressive shroud. Anger is rage that cannot seem to attain any level of justice or fairness. Anxiety has now become fear so overwhelming that we seek and fail to find a cave deep enough to hide in. Emotions are not just unregulated now; they are self-defining. We have lost any sense of self in a miasma of raw

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