The end of my string.

They say everything always looks better in the light of a new day, so of course, it’s cloudy, dark and raining today.

Even that can’t go right for me right now.

I had one of those high-stress weekends that left me feeling like someone beat the crap out of me and then right after I stood up, I was hit by a truck.

I’m exhausted, I’m tired, I’m at the end of whatever rope I ever had in the first place, and even that was really more like a string or a piece of generic floss to begin with.

I want to sleep for about three days right now, under big blankets and with the History Channel narrator playing in the background. I want to curl up in the corner of the world and just sit there until next April.

It wasn’t just one thing that threw me off, it was like 70. I’m juggling too much. I know it. But I can’t figure out how to do anything about it.

I talked with a really good friend on a couch yesterday for an hour and a half. I cried most of the time. I told her I was empty and exhausted and that I didn’t know how to handle it. And all I could think the whole time was, “God, I hope she just keeps sitting here with me right now, because I don’t know if I have it in me to get off this couch and stop crying.”

I just really, really, really hope it’s sunny tomorrow morning.

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