Twenty Weeks. Two Days. Day 143 in the quest to meet our little miracle George
Have you ever been so lost and tired that you dont know what to do next?
Have you ever been so confused about your emotions that you dont know just what to think or how to act anymore?
Have you ever just wanted to take off, run away, run as fast as you can to remove you from this world and this confusion?
Have you ever just needed to give up throw the towel in, decide not to care anymore?
I have, i am…. My job is taking everything out of me, i cant go on like this, i cant think – i am so tired, i am so angry, i cant think straight anymore, and i dont know how long i can keep up…. But i dont want to let it go because i used to love my job so much…
Have you ever just wanted to fall asleep dream of another life time, dream of a different reality, dream of places and people that could have been, would have been if only one thing was different?
Stress: The confusion created when one’s mind overrides the body’s basic desire to choke the living daylights out of some jerk who desperately deserves it.
