A blip, I hope—an outlier, an exception to the rule, a setback rather than a change in trajectory. No single cause or trigger of which I am aware; just unleashed brokenness. It's scary to want oblivion, escape, release rather than healing. I wanted everything but God.
Better now, I think. The distance I have to go is farther than I expected, and I have fewer to lean on than I hoped. But there is One, Faithful and True. Perhaps He is removing everything else.