The wind rustles through the trees as I look through our kitchen window while doing dishes. It is a tangible and physical representation of how I am feeling inside. Things are rustling and there is a subtle yet constant feeling of uneasiness that nags at my mind and causes my soul to ache. It’s a feeling that I am missing something or forgot to complete a very important task. It is this presence of dread and I feel like Eeyore; there is a gloomy rain cloud hanging over my