“You’ll be just as good as dead”.

I should be feeling better. I should. But I don’t feel too secure in my place. Everything seems to be shifting all at once. I think I may have bitten off more than I can chew. And I think, this is adding to the problem.

I can’t resolve everything at once. I need to pace myself. If I keep this up, I’m going to end up dead. What I need right now is a backbone. Something or someone who will support me and cushion my inevitable fall.

Exhaustion has made me so vulnerable. I cannot just enjoy company now, after all the silence and pent up feelings. I want to. But I think I’ve gotten to that point where I am afraid of what might happen next. I’ve come to a point when I believe things never stay the same.

Now, just give me a week.