Its never a good thing when it gets quiet in my head. I distract myself with worry. More worry than usual. I'm always worrying. Even when I am busy with something else, I am, in the back of my head, worrying.
But when it gets quiet - the faint echoes of the worries bouncing around my brain became deafening. Money. Health. Job. Love. Family.
I worry about it all. And it becomes so overwhelming. And the tiniest imperfection or flaw needs just a few blows before it inevitably cracks.
Every so often, I feel myself heading towards another one of those days where something else cracks. And when it happens, I literally fall apart.
Over and over again. I break apart. I put myself back together. I break apart. I put myself back together.
I am tired of this.
So tired of this.
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