Yes, I've had a similar experience years ago. Outwardly, I was "living the dream" with a prosperous consulting practice, a new architect-designed house, a partner and I was actively politically with the Human Rights Campaign. Inwardly, I was a mess. Full of stress, anxiety, and fear. My relationship looked great to others but behind closed doors, we fought and could not seem to find our way back to love. (Years later, I discovered how much my partner's alcohol use contributed but that's another story.) One afternoon, I walked with my dog along down the cul-de-sac, tears streaming down my face. I cried out silently, "I give. I can't do this anymore." It was a cry for help that shot into the universe. Then I felt like some presence lifted a heavy weight from my shoulders, heart, and mind. I knew that all would be well and that because I asked and accepted, my life would never be the same. I continued walking with my dog, feeling a deep peace.