I feel like a tornado went through my brain.

Trying to understand if I'm just that kind of person that is equal parts joyful, content, inspiring and witty, as she is hopeless, melancholy, skeptical, and introspective.

Sometimes I wonder at my predicament... it's a sort of 'walking depression.' Something totally live-able, but inescapable.

Is this just life? Is this who I am?

Is it just that crappy decade known as your twenties?

~~All I know is that Isaiah 43:19 is a common theme since October. ~~
I know God is going to make a way. There's no solution, and I'm out of ideas.
I'm simply out of the realm of controlling the things in my life that are unpredictable.
I am so excited to see what "rivers" will appear in the desert in which I find myself.