"HEAL MY LIFE"
That's what I found myself chanting.
Brought low by the terror and panic of a disintegrating life and losing my place in it, a life and version of myself I no longer knew how to shift... I finally flung open the door of my soul.
I let myself hear the whispered words in the spaces of my mind. And I said them, reaching out with my whole heart to The Divine.
Asking. Begging. Weeping. On the proverbial though not literal floor, and in a semi-trance.
I was finally done resisting - at least right in that moment - the reality that this was bigger than what I knew how to fix.
But a moment, a sliver of space, is all it takes.