My world is crashing down on me, but only in small pieces. This week has been nothing but grief from work, and this morning the straw broke the camel's back. I am having a breakdown. I have been here before, but not for years. That dead feeling inside has come rushing back in, and I just don't care anymore. I want to lie on the floor and stare into space, I want it all to stop.
This year has been hard, and I have not taken any 'me' time to recover from all that has happened. Now I am paying for it. Need help, need to stop getting my sharp blades out to make the mental pain stop. But I need to do it so I feel something. God, why am I like this. Life is not this bad, I have lots to be thankful for, but my spirit is finally broken. They have worn me down and I am done.