I am writing today to get at what I’m feeling, and to hopefully transform it into something more productive. I had another good night of sleep last night for which I am thankful. But when I woke this morning, the best word I can use to describe the way I’m feeling is fragile. Yesterday was a big day on a number of levels. Good and bad. As a human, I think one of our primary motivations is to be known, and hopefully to be loved. The feeling of being known and loved is one of validation, belonging. It’s a fruit of the spirit. It is life-giving. When, however, we are known and questioned, when there is disagreement, that’s part of life too. If we stay true to ourselves, it’s bound to happen. Throughout this recent illness, so much has shown itself to me. The…