My Brain is Fog

My brain is a fog and some days I can’t seem to shake it. I want better. I need better. I have an idea of praising God through listening to music. Sometimes the grief is so heavy that I feel like Jesus when he cried out, “My God, my God, why has thou forsaken me?” Sometimes the violence is overwhelming, I want to run, to hide, to escape, but where? Then there are other times all I can do is groan to God from my heart. There are no words, just tears. When the tears end, I feel so empty, so low, I sometimes don’t even know…