.........a terrible state of being. Running from it only seems to make it worse. Of course, why wouldn't it? You are essentially running from reality all the time. What is so wrong with my reality? It can't be that bad. I have great kids, a husband who adores me & the air I breathe. I have finally found my way to a beautiful place to live by the ocean where I can answer its every beckon call from my soul. Truly, I must have some sort of defect. I am dizzy with the need for something that I cannot grasp nor identify. This is the most obvious sign of my need for a savior. Wretched, i am.