Exhausting, draining, miserable, soul-sucking sunday.
Long work day monday.
My soul is unsettled. My heart is bruised and aching. My world is eggshells and broken glass and tangled up yards of string and viscera.
And so many things press down on me, and so many demands drag on me, and so many tasks need my attention to accomplish, and so many woes and so many fears and so many trouble and so many dangers and so many countless worries and stresses and triggers and pitfalls and roadblock and deadlines and due dates and ....
And I feel cold. And confused. And lost. and so, so very tentative all the time.
Long work day monday.
My soul is unsettled. My heart is bruised and aching. My world is eggshells and broken glass and tangled up yards of string and viscera.
And so many things press down on me, and so many demands drag on me, and so many tasks need my attention to accomplish, and so many woes and so many fears and so many trouble and so many dangers and so many countless worries and stresses and triggers and pitfalls and roadblock and deadlines and due dates and ....
And I feel cold. And confused. And lost. and so, so very tentative all the time.
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