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It is easy for people to tell me to stay in the fight when they are not the ones fighting the battles. It isn’t the fact that I am lacking the will to fight as much as I have simply ran out of ammunition.

This is the third year in a row where our attempts at a baby are coming unraveled. This year my back has taken a turn for the worse. Just yesterday my car became immobile and my debit card was compromised and showed activity in Lebanon.

There is some much I want to do, but everything is so intertwined. It is is like all the cables in my house, an mess of things in which I don’t know how to undo and once I did I don’t know how to prevent it from happening again.

I think if I can figure that out, if I can figure out how to deal with my wires then somehow I will find the answer I am looking for.

I have little doubt that there is something directing this madness of my life, I have no doubt that I am going off course, and I am lacking the ability to see where I am supposed to go.

I need more than a miracle, I need some ammunition, some soldiers would be nice. If I cannot get a break from the endless sea of bad that falls on me, I need at least that.