I don’t know who I am anymore. That thought occured to me this morning in the Prayer Room.

I lost myself a long time ago. The only thing left to remind me is the rattle of dry bones in my chest.  I feel like there’s nothing more substantial to me than a bones. Dry, hard, bleached bones.

I’m fading away.

I’m sick of the fact that everything that feels good is oh so terribly wrong.

I’m living a life of false positives and I’m so damn tired.