Talking to a loved one who came over for dinner last night made me realize that I am currently on the brink of what I can handle emotionally and in terms of stress.
She made me realize that there are certain aspects of my personality that are causing me grief and depression, but they are so integral and core to my being that I am caught in a vicious cycle.
So, I guess what I am saying is... I need to be treated with kid gloves for the time being. I am close to wreakage, and only preserverance and breathing will pull me through it.
If I can survive through July, I will hopefully be in a better place.
Too much change, too rapidly, too much all at once. But all neccessary.
I wonder if this is how a phoenix feels when bursting into flames, just to be reborn.