It’s one thing when you feel radically different from one day to the next. High one day, low the day after. But sometimes I feel like I go through this on a daily basis. And I guess if nothing else I’m grateful that there at least some good. Because some days it’s just all bad.
The stress is overwhelming. I know people around me look at me and think I’m just weak and can’t handle it. The truth is every decision I have ever made has led me here, because at every step I took the harder, riskier path in life. And I don’t feel like it’s really paid off at all. But to say my stresshold (stress threshold) is low would be false. No one has any idea the constant stress I’m under, at work, at home, with my family, my personal life, everything.
There is no relief.
And to make it worse, you’re not there for me. You’re really not. I can’t tell you how much better things would be, how much more stable I would be if I could just talk to you about my life. But you’re not there for me, you never really have been. Shame on you A.
Well, another week.