I feel... stretched. Like I'm ready to fly apart like the pieces of an overinflated balloon. I am looking at my kids, divorce, psychological issues, relationship issues, all of this... I don't know where to start.
I stared at an application for social services for an hour. My brain just wouldn't do it. Nope, nuhuh... Does not compute.
I'm tired... I want to go to my "comfort" zone of self-harm... and yet I don't want to. I want to for me, don't want to for everyone else. I am so confused and overwhelmed. I used to be smart and independent and courageous... now look at me. A mere husk of that person who ran construction work with quiet direction.
I hope I can hold on for everyone.