My family has experienced a tragic loss, and I'm thousands of miles away. I'm no help to anyone, here. I feel as if I'm standing on the opposite side of a fence that is far too high to climb, and has no gate to enter. I want to be home, even if I'm still of no use when I'm there; I want to be with my family right now. But I can't. So I'm fenced out by forces I cannot control, and there's a feeling of helplessness that I'm struggling with today. I apologise for the depressing nature of this post.
I've been fenced in, though, too - those emotionally overprotective times when I put my own sort of wall up. When I have turned down plans, second guessed myself, avoided social occasions... I'm my own sort of walking fence sometimes. We all just have to remember that every lock has a key, and every house has a door, and that we are the key to unlocking the fences we put up.
