It’s been one of those days, a past couple of days, still wanting to save someone but knowing I can’t so I have to watch them go through so much pain. I can put opportunities out there but I can’t make the moves, the choices, the right decisions for them. I can’t save someone who doesn’t want to do the work to save themself.

I’ve done what I could and have to let go, again. It is so very hard to do. And it makes me angry, screaming, crying, wanting to pound the walls kind of angry.

As Forest Gump so wisely said, “Sometimes, I guess there’s just not enough rocks.”