An internal uprising could be as simple as a vague sense of restlessness, some floating disenchantment, a whispering but relentless voice that says, There has to be more than this. Why are you doing what you’re doing? Or the uprising may take the form of stress, burnout, a chronic sense of exhaustion, inner voices desperately trying to tell us something. Perhaps an addiction grows too loud to ignore any longer, or the scar tissue of an old wound begins to break down and we have to face the place where life has impaled us.
