When you feel lost

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When you feel lost and alone, Don't worry, I know you will eventually find your way back home. Even when the pain radiates and stings like the worst bee sting, remember it's only temporary. You may be trapped in the thought that this feeling will never leave you alone. I know this feeling all too well, and it is verging on terrifying. It's almost like being trapped in a spider's web and unable to find your way out of its intricate web. No matter what you try to do to escape it, it seems like there is nothing more to do than go through it and let it resolve itself. Bad times in life are indeed inevitable. They are going to happen, some on a more frequent basis than others. Feeling lost may even relate back to your childhood. Maybe you grew up without a mother or father figure, and no matter how much you search for one, you realize it is just another curveball that may even affect you in adulthood. As we are growing up rearing and learning are both special skills that we learn from our parents. If you are someone who did not grow up with parents, you probably were never afforded the chance to learn from your parents. That may have you feeling a little left out, which is understandable but don't fret, there is someone out there willing to lend their hand and knowledge. There is someone out there willing to incorporate you into their family and make you feel loved. I know the state of the world can sometimes make us turn up our noses. I know it is hard to watch the news in the evening and not wonder why when you hear about all of the violence and crazy things that have occurred. Despite all of that though, there are people who are willing to help and open your heart when you may need it. I know when you're feeling lost and alone, it is hard to believe anything good will happen to you. The devil can have a hard hold on you. The key is to slowly try and release that hold and hang out with those who have wonderful potential and positive potential at that. You will always find your way back to the center and back home.

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