Do you know what happens when your stress level is through-the-roof?
When it's so overwhelming that you don't even know where to begin?
When you really DO care, but it looks like you don't?
Well, that's where I am right now.
Overwhelmed, overworked, exhausted, and sick and tired of being sick and tired.
(This is where you start singing Sam Cooke for me. Or Don't Cry for Me, Argentina. Whichever.)
So I am going to my brother and asking my brother, "help me please." I need someone to drag me out of this mess. (Metaphorically, of course.)
Because this is my reality right now. And I don't like it.