A couple days ago, I posted that I am living back in the dark tunnel of anger. Yeah, back to prison.

Cover by JD Smith Design

I hate admitting that, but I can feel it in my gut and it feels nasty. Yes, the word gut-wrenching comes to mind.

The third book in The Great Escapee Series, Restored, takes my character, Clarence, back to prison.

What?

Yeah. But don't we go back to the anger, the fears, the prisons of life? Those tunnels of despair? Don't we find ourselves buried under the same narcissism that we see and despise in others? (A future post.)

I'm writing a follow-up trilogy to The Great Escapee Series where character Katty falls back into addiction and abuse. Heartbreaking. Tough to write and take her through.

But, that is exactly what I am going through with anger and fear.

A son is struggling with alcoholism.

Again.

I would love to think I am choosing better pathways in response, but the habits are paved in worry and dry tears–you know–when you weep or want to but don't let yourself go there because you might not stop. Those dry tears.

I know that God holds those tears–dry or wet drippy ones–in His bottle. The Passion Version – “You've kept track of all my wandering and my weeping. You've stored my many tears in your bottle–not one will be lost. For they are all recorded in your book of remembrance.”

He accounts for every tear, every wound.

For me.

I don't love admitting this here. Seems like failure.

But it's life.

And life ain't easy.

How are you doing? Ever go back? Back to that mess?

Stay in touch.

We can do this!