We all fall down.

I am not doing so well.  Shall I explain?  Or shall I leave it at that?
I feel paralyzed.  I am constantly avoiding myself.
Michelle is divorcing me.
I must reform all of my plans and my reasons.
I am afraid of languishing.
My immediate future is uncertain.
There are so many things I must do now.
How do I start?
How do I start over?
Press rewind and record over this tape?
My emotions are easily caught in this machinery.  Knotted and broken.
Shall I splice them with a razor and shoddily connect them with adhesive?
Rewind.  Press play and record at the same time.  
I will patiently erase the effects of my past.
I will write a new song.
It will begin with weeping intermixed with half-rests.
The flute will wail in the heavens and crescendo into a lilting melody.
The drum beat of my heart.  
It will begin slow.
Accelerando.
Two tubas and two trombones.
Sustenuto in diminished fifths.
Aleatoric and discordant.  
It will resolve into my primary themes.
Creation.  Innovation.  Connection.  Peace.  God.  Steadfastness.
The cellos pass the melody to the violins.  
A solo clarinet receives it from the violins and emphasizes it.
Oboes harmonize in major thirds.
A change in Key.
From a failing F, remove one flat and you will C--
the music will never stop
only alter its arrangement.

Serious? This doesn't sound good.

yeah, serious.  
Michelle suddenly and unexpectedly decided to divorce me in February.  
Due to emotional and spiritual stress, I withdrew from college on March 11.  
I'm pretty broken about it.  
I've been attending counseling and trying to rebuild the foundations of my future.  
I'll be moving back to South Dakota this week as I received a very decent job offer out there.  
What can I say?
Life is suffering.
Press on.