Invisible

The isolation was swallowing her whole. "How did I end up here?" she questioned herself multiple times a day.  Alone was fine.  Alone was peaceful.  But loneliness...that was altogether different.  Dark years had descended. She knew she had to try to help herself, help her family.  The daily routine never varied - drop off kids, work, pick up kids, home, dinner, homework, maybe a bit of TV if she had no work of her own, stay up too late, finally

bed.  No friends called.  But why would they - there weren't any.  No church family.  They had stopped going two years ago.  Family was spread far apart - engulfed in their own lives.  Worry pulsed in her.  She had to stop and catch her breath at times.  She had become invisible.  People walked into her as they pushed past.  Or, they cut in front of her - in lines, in their cars, going in and out of stores.  Clerks looked over her head to the next customer.  No one responded when she greeted them.  INVISIBLE.  Imperceptible.  Insignificant.  It was as if her heartache not only alienated others but, in fact, obscured her very being.  "I'M HERE... I'M RIGHT HERE" she sometimes actually screamed out loud.  No one was listening...

Quote of the day:  When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson