When you withdraw into yourself it’s like living in a bubble. You can see and hear all that is going on around you, yet you’re not part of it at all. Friends, family reach out to you but it’s difficult to respond. Your self-defense shields have shuttered upon you and solitude is all that is desired. It’s not intentional, you don’t want to be in this place but you have reached a point where you simply cannot take any more. Every turn taken chips away at you. At this moment, there is no light at the end of the tunnel, but there will be. Time is needed to sift through the stack of issues surrounding you. It’s as though you can’t go backwards and are prevented from moving forward, you’re stuck in limbo, waiting for that one opportunity, a window of strength to pick yourself up and break through the temporary binds that are cradling you at this moment in time. You are strong, you know you are, but right now, despite the grim outlook, it’s a resting period. Recharge your batteries, pick one small obstacle as a starting point and work your way up to the top. It can be done, believe in yourself. You will probably end up back in that bubble a thousand times more, the same detached feeling, the same heavy heart of despair but only you can help yourself.
How do I know this? Because I’m there now, but I will pop that bubble, I’ve done it a thousand times before.