Just Breathe

I am about to do something that I not only rarely do, but rarely do with such fervor. I am about to pray my ass off.

To God, you ask? Well, him/her/whoever will listen or who/whatever feels feisty enough to respond.

I am quite positive that I have not hit rock bottom, however, I am sure that I have hit some the highest levels of stress, anxiety, and panic that one single human should at the age of 25. I am at my wit's end, my luck's end. A lot of things feel like the end. Impending sense of dread and doom, and I can see the sign ahead of me that says "The End". Should I be worried? I am.

So God/higher being/holy spirit/Buddha/kermit the frog/etc--I know you're all kind of, like, busy- and my issues are on the bottom of the totem pole, if you could just send me a little something in the meantime that can scrape my soul off of the floor and give me even just an ounce of my courage and confidence and WILL back.....I can't even tell you how much I'd appreciate it. Words cannot describe. Can't even begin to.

This isn't my full prayer. That's between me and the head honcho to duke out. I just hope I haven't been too much of an ass in this life that He actually still lends an ear....and a hand.