So I asked another question....

What would I tell myself if I were in my place and asked myself why everything feels like it’s going straight to hell?

First, I would suggest a few moments of quiet...

Breathe in; breathe out; repeat as necessary…

Let me know when you’ve done that, and we’ll continue…

Okay, breathed a few times, paused the music, tried to find quiet... That seems to be at the crux of the problem... The disquiet of the mind… The discomfortable stirring feeling that courses deep in the veins... The inability to find quiet contentment... So... Back to the question, slightly revised...

What is causing my lack of serenity?

And the saner, wiser me attempted an answer… But as usual, the answer was a series of questions…

Do you not believe everything is as God wills it to be?
Are you afraid that God has left you to walk alone?
Is it perhaps you that has left the peace of God?
Have you ever in the past found peace outside of God?
Have you found peace in friends?
In lovers?
In self?
In ego?
In chocolate?
In flirting?
In attempting to control?