I am in the middle of the storm. The winds are ravaging me. I hang on for dear life. The storm is tearing away at me. I am coming apart.I am being tugged and pulled and tiny pieces of me are blowing away. I am dripping wet. But it is only the tears dripping down my face. I scream silently but am drowned out by the thundering of my heart. Can this storm go on? Will the winds calm, if only for a bit? Can the waterworks stop? Will the sun ever shine again? Silently I sob. No one can hear me. The storm is too loud. Will I be blown away. Or can I adjust my sails and go on?