It has been a difficult week for me. The black cloud of self loathing, and hopelessness have left me paralyzed in my writing. I find myself unable to accept that I can an will succeed in my goals.

Is there a light at the end of this tunnel?

I really can’t answer that at the moment. Today is the first day I have worked on Becoming the Weaver in 6 days. I feel like a failure. A disappointment to my family, and a useless adult. I tell myself I’m not, but I find it hard to believe at the moment.

How do I get past this? As always one step forward, and three steps back seems to be my fate.

I am still here. Pressing on even though I’m not feeling it at this particular moment.

Refusing to stop, no matter the delay. Will it be worth it all in the end? I don’t know…but here I am.