I'm overworking myself and I don't know how much longer I can handle it physically mentally emotionally. But I can't just quit. I can't just give up, even though I would love to. Too many expectations I don't know if I can live up to them. I'm not secure enough with myself. I'm carrying too much and dropping everything.
It's not that I don't know the words It's that I'm afraid to say them. Everything around me is falling apart. Every piece of me is breaking. I'm losing who I thought I was and doing what I never thought I would. In these months I have become Beyond your comprehension. But I am more real now than I have ever been.