I have so many doubts. Oh, Lord, I have so many doubts it consumes me. And I look at my profile picture on Facebook and feel ever so misunderstood. I see pictures of other people and realize that I have no clue on God’s Green Earth what is going on in their lives – how they feel. We draw conclusions. We draw conclusions about an ongoing person, someone who must surely be swayed by the tosses and turns of an ever-changing world, and under soft sheets in the middle of the night I will wonder if anyone feels what I’m feeling right now, in their bed, at this hour. But maybe I stand alone on the eggshells these days, and I’d be drawing a conclusion if I said that other people felt lost, too. And maybe the whole world is just watching and whispering behind my back to one another about when it is they think that I’ll finally wake up from this terrible nightmare.