Oh how I long for some sense of balance right now. Space to settle my equilibrium. I just can’t keep pulling the cart like this. It’s just about going to kill me.
Stress and me are no strangers. But when I reach the point when my jaw is killing me in the morning because I spent the night grinding it to fuck I know something needs to give. The last peak of stress I had years ago cause all sorts of cracks; memory loss, cognition problems, insomnia and headaches. Now I can add another level.
There’s no ultimate point in writing this. Someone someplace told me its good to keep a diary and write it out. Keeps from too much bottling. I just worry I spend too much time with my inside voice I forget what my outside one sounds like.
Well like I said, something’s going to give.
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