I feel so lost, yet so overwhelmed with the tasks at hand.
I just want to run and run and run until my legs give out, but it repeatedly occurs that i have no destination in mind…just the desire to do so.
I feel trapped and alone in a sea of people.
The silence that comes from this is so deafening, yet undeniably necessary for some unexplainable reason.
A recent diagnosis given to me is leaving me more at sea than prior to my awareness of it - because now I know of it’s existence but I am mentally incapable of dealing with it.
I have the answers and proposed solutions in front of me, but apathy consumes the core part of me that drives me to seize the opportunity.
This is like some kind of cruel mental purgatory, caught between my emotion desire to kick and scream and cry, yet the better sense to maintain composure and strive to objectively deal with problems.
Why do I always do this to myself….always the nurturer, never the nurtured.
