Life Has Purpose Today

The mental barometer was at an all time low. The swirling vortex of the emotional storm of which I was the epicenter turned with increasing violence as the alcoholic rains lashed me relentlessly, yes, almost gleefully. I fought to get out of the storm. The thought waves, the encouragement of those outside the sphere of this monstrous cataclysm reached me vaguely but without substantial effect. I was powerless.