Yesterday’s melancholy was quite out of the ordinary. Thankfully the normal order of things has since been restored.

I feel small.

I know without doubt the soundness of the truth, yet I tempt myself with delusions of the salience of a lie. Where I should already be so confident and able, I strive to do well but fail consistently. I don’t trust myself any more; I risk so much for so little in return. And I feel no comfort because everything that remains can crumble in an instant.

I feel even smaller.