Broken & Poured Out, not Trampled and Stolen.

This is the point in my life where I learn that there should be a sincere difference between things falling away and me falling apart. I always try to make them go together, but they don't have to.
I've tried holding onto things, and have half-willingly just given up on others, and now I'm realizing that those things weren't all really necessary, maybe some were even some terrible Hannah-schemes I've dedicated years to forcing into occurrence.
And there's definitely something brighter ahead.
"Trust in the LORD, and do good; dwell in the land and befriend faithfulness"- Psalm 37:3(ESV)