Last night I worked with a woman that has become a good friend of mine. She is strong, independent, and completely real. Usually, whenever we work together we talk about anything and everything. The result is always that we leave energized and much happier.

Yet, last night I found myselt stumbling to bring up the mood. Both of us were just blank.... caught in our own thoughts and worries. Being blank is far worse than being angry or frustrated because its harder to combat. It's like a blanket that just sits on your chest and makes you emotionless.

We worked with minimal conversation and she kept saying: "It'll get better... it has to." Repeating this over and over to herself, as if repeating it would bring on the blessings. I fumbled to help with empty words, of "sure it will." It's different when you almost don't believe it yourself.

As I left work last night, I tried to think of something... anything... to help her.

I should have given her a hug.

Sometimes life seems to just hit you on all sides. Then, at the end of the day, you slump into bed physically and emotionally exhausted.

I know alot of people whose experiences seem to mimic this reality. Yet, somehow I feel helpless to actually increase their happiness or help them cope with what life has thrown their way.

I'm seeking strength... for me... and for the friends around me. These last couple of days, I have been pushing through and trying to remember the good and appreciate those moments in my life that bring me joy. Sometimes it seems to take super-human effort.