I can't even remember what the last post's turning point was all about. Must not have been anything too devastating. There's been plenty more since then, anyway. Sick parents. Work drama. Life. I'm not feeling very inspired to write, but perhaps I should. If only to look back later and say, "You thought THAT was rough? THAT was a walk in the park compared to (fill in the blank)."
When you've lost your way, I'm not the person to ask for directions.