NOW I AM IN THE STRANGE LANDS ONCE MORE.
God knows where I am. I only know I am out of fuel, entirely. Could make it through. Could die. Could relapse. Might make the breakthrough to the next stage of spiritual development. Can’t even get in the back seat of a car for a lift to a meeting. Don’t even want to go to one. Don’t want NUFFIN. I want to physical pain to go away. I want a whole heap of things and now I do not know which ones I need except that I am so very tired.
Je suis perdue. The only thing I know is that I am NOT fighting my way out this myself.