Rock Bottom.

What do you do when the one thing you were holding slips out of your fingers? I feel like I'm in that moment from Titanic where Rose and Jack are holding hands he says, "Don't let go of my hand," and she responds with, "I trust you." I was holding. I was trusting...but that wave was too forceful. I was caught helpless in the midst of the storm, and now I am alone. Why is there an ocean inbetween us? I'm searching frantically for your hand, but it is nowhere to be found. Don't leave me. I'm not ready for that yet. Maybe that is what the storm is for, though. Maybe the storm had to pull you away, because I would never really be ready to let go. I am trusting...trusting him to give me strength...trusting him to be the one reliable source that will never fail me. I am so sorry for everything...for not trusting, for not making you the foundation of my life. I want you, and I need you. Cover me. Hold me tightly in your arms and never let go. I can't do this on my own. Stay with me tonight, because if you don't, I don't think I will make it through.