It’s that stage and point where everything is a cluttered mess, more disappointing things come, feeling hopeless. Each obstacle gets harder & harder and that big fall finally lands and it’s all of you being bruised, scratched up, weak and nothing can get you back on your feet. We take the wrong turns and make several mistakes over & over but that one awful awful awful decision was the last mistake..,the last straw…the last hope. Everything happens for a reason, but it still wouldn’t hurt to fix the reason when there was time still. Like the old saying “if you love something sent it free, if it’s meant to be it will come back.” Now the long patience was begun.