A little unsteady

Three months down, and I am not a fan of 2017.

I have friends fighting bitter divorce and custody disputes.

Friends who have lost their children.

Friends battling bullies like radiation, depression and infertility.

Friends in a self-described funk.

I know people who are struggling, 

I am struggling,

to understand why life can be so outrageous and cruel.

I have nightmares about cancer, head lice and broken cell phones.

I worry about doctor appointments, childhood friendships and my career.

A headache turns into brain surgery and a stomach ache turns into relapse, if I don't stop myself from going all the way there.

"Hold

 Hold on
 Hold on to me
 'Cause I’m a little unsteady
 A little unsteady" - X Ambassadors

There is a collective sense of unsteady. 

We are collectively holding our breath.

It's time to take back our power.

Breathe, friends.

Breathe, self.

Anchor.

One day.
One hour.
One breath at a time.

We will persist.

We will rise.

We will triumph.

We will strengthen.

And in the meantime, we will hold on, together.

We are not alone.

We are simply unsteady.