I was living by the ocean, in a tiny summerhouse that was for sale. The owners allowed me to live there until there was a buyer. I had been divorced for a few months and I was covered in hives that itched, that gave me boiling hot skin, and pain I find hard to explain. One night it itched so bad I got up put on my robe and walked to the ocean, just down a path. I walked into the water and stood there in the dark, saying that I could cope no longer, please take me, I am done. But the ocean replied, you will be okay. Let me comfort you. So I lay down in the water and bathed until the itching stopped. This is when I knew I had to keep the faith and walk the path.