I have just emerged from my own fog, the most demanding year of my life. At the same time I was teaching full-time for the first time, in a new university, having moved from another country with all the accompanying adjustments; and looking for a permanent teaching position; and finishing my dissertation; and mostly failing to be a decent wife and mother.
I will say this: having been able for most of the year to do only what was right in front of me, I am so thankful for the voice of my Shepherd, calling to me through The Fog. For much of this year I've been able to pray only, "Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me."
The dissertation is submitted (but not yet defended); the school year is almost over (just teaching May term now); the contract for the new job is signed (but the move not yet planned). So though I haven't left the work behind, The Fog has dissipated, and I am coming back to life. He brought me out of it, and there is no other way I'd have made it. Praise the Lord.