I can feel it.
My nerves are on end.
I’m stressed (God am I stressed).
An inevitable event has taken place, but it happened much sooner than I planned. And while I’m happy for the friend involved, it feels like someone’s amputating a limb with a swiss army knife.
I’m feeling “blah”.
Really all I want is to be alone somewhere. Where I can just bawl my eyes out without having to worry about worrying someone (especially my daughter).
I think that’s what I need. A good, hard cry. Something to relieve the stress that’s built up in me.