When life feels like a Fun House

Sleepless nights

I couldn’t sleep last night. Again.

There were times when I could easily blame caffeine. But this wasn’t caffeine.

This was anxiety, worry, and questioning God while tossing and turning.

Even when I attempted to close my eyes, my heart full of angst was wrestling inside of me.

There would be no sleep.

It’s a familiar place as I have been here before, but it’s been a while.

It’s almost like seeing life as a Fun House at the amusement park, but this is not fun at all. As I am walking through it the floors move, and the stairs stop suddenly halfway up to the next level. The walls give when I lean against them and mirrors reflect anything but what I am expecting. Furniture that was once there shifts. I think my mind is playing tricks on me. Maybe it is just an illusion, I hope.

But, it is very real.

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