Feelings wax and feelings wane as the tides or the rain. Emotions come and then they go as the winters freezing snow. They blow on with blustery power but even a gale feeds the flower. Beauty can be born after life has been torn.
I have felt like this, sometimes. when days are good. i feel that the storm will end and i will see my way out. then i look back and see from where i've come, and think, "maybe i'm just in the eye."