The enemy’s plan was a physical nightmare. We are slogging through its shadow as it is halted and hijacked. That is still a psychological nightmare. There are no real breaks, just shifts in venue. A war for the mind goes with you, riding in your own head.

The Devil not only wears you down, but also sells you the poison pick me up. Bit of a shame that the worldly temptations to divert you are so tempting! There are days when Mr Fookitall comes to visit. Thankfully tends to be a short stay visitor.

It helps me to think that others are going through so many emotions too. Sometimes I crack up at how stupid things are and then at times I get physically sick because I can't believe how my family can be so cruel and blind. I hope this ends sometime soon. I find peace in deep breathing and prayer. I try to laugh a lot and do my work with love and compassion. I hope I make it to the end. That will be the best party ever. If not, you all have been worthy companions on this ride.