Deal with my frustrations

I wanted to drive to a place where I could feel safe because I need to think about my life. I couldn’t think of any place.
Then I thought, “maybe I should go talk to someone I trust”. There’s no one I can think of who can help me figure out how to solve what is eating me inside.
Funny, I can’t cry. I’ve been trying and I can’t cry. Maybe even the tears are gone.
Even funnier, I’m strangely calm. WAY too calm.

It’s official and undeniable: anxiety, depression, and medication to get me through the day. I feel lost. I feel lonely. I can’t believe I’m writing this. I am angry.

My son got sick, then my husband got sick, then I got sick. I’m more tired than words can express.

hard sometimes. :(

The sudden death of a loved one.
The frustration of not being able to attend the funeral.
An ill child.
Lack of sleep.
A friend complaining about a little problem that can be easily solved, she knows that, she knows how, and no, I can’t be supportive right now.