There are days I feel completely saturated in darkness, as though I cannot see even a glimpse of light.  Everything is bleak.  If there is goodness around me, even directly in front of me, it cannot be seen-I’ve been swallowed up in a caliginous cavern.  Hope feels distant, intangible, obscured by a blackness so thick I can barely move.  My world is dim.

Today is one of those days.

But…

I keep pressing forward longing for tomorrow to bring another inkling of light.

**Note: These feelings are a natural by-product of grief and should not illicit concern for my mental well-being.