I feel like that moment when you drop a glass and time seems to sloooooow dooown and just as the glass touches the floor and starts it's deconstruction, that's me. I see and feel it happening; I even reach to try to stop/slow/rewind....but it's too late. I'm breaking into pieces and no matter what I or anyone does, I'm going to be many pieces on the floor. The only changeable thing is how long it takes for me to be completely broken.
Times like this are when you need people who can relate and understand what you are fighting threw. We're here with you, and we are more than willing to help you pick up the pieces and fit them back in place.
I remember when I was a kid "I can't wait to grow up!" Now that I'm an adult I look back and see that I had it made when I was little. Parents took care of me, mom cooked and did the laundry etc etc. all I had to do was go to school. Not to bad a gig after all. 😂