Here it is… 3:22 on sunday morning.

I’m rolling around in bed.

I’m scared. I’m scared to move. I’m stressing out.

I’m scared. I’m scared because I can’t experience G-d. I can’t hear Him. I can’t see Him. I can’t feel Him…

When I close my eyes and try to imagine Him He’s sitting in a chair far away… I can’t get to Him.

It’s freaking me out. Why is He out there? Why isn’t He holding me?