I was listening to a podcast featuring a cancer survivor, and she described parts of her journey as crossing a rope bridge. It really resonated as a way of facing mighty life challenges, the way she described it: When you're crossing the bridge, you're just focusing on getting one foot in front of the other and gripping the sides to keep from falling off. It's not until you get across the bridge and look back that you can even begin to get a sense of your journey and place it in context.

That's what came to my mind as I was reading your post. Your bridge is bucking and swaying and you keep on going. Hang on. You've got this.