It's been coming for a while now, like too little butter spread over too much bread. I want to wrap myself in warmth and security. I simply cannot see that happening at the moment. There have been times, don't misunderstand; at the moment however it feels as though I have to be the strong one. The one with her shit together, the voice of reason, care, leadership, authority. The adult.
I'm so tired.
I barely have enough in me to adult myself. I. Am. That. Tired. So how do I hold everyone elses shit together? Fake it till I make it right? Not always a possibility, so in those cases my shit just has to be set aside and focused on later. Can we just stop the world? I'd like to get off now.
Everyone likes to shout about self care, and I'll be the first to agree its damn important. Normally I'd say just let the juggling balls drop. Do the self care, and pick the mess up after. These balls cannot be dropped, these aren't silly obsessive bullshit things.. These are mandatory, you need these to live balls I'm juggling.
So much to do, so many more miles to go before I can sleep.
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