Broken

The stress level is mounting.

But the threshold is diminishing.

Coupled with the stress is a strange sense of sadness that has suddenly overwhelmed me again. I can't cope.

I'm the kind who works well under pressure. But I've never really had to work under emotional stress at the same time.

It kills.

I broke down today.

My eyes are dry. From the tiredness, and maybe from the crying as well.

Yup, I didn't know how, but the tears are back again. On the bed, at the dinner table, in the car.

I hate this. I hate the way I am. I hate my life.


God, are you there?