Last night I completely broke down. Why? Because sometimes finding out you are completely right is awful. Heartbreakingly so.
I'm running out of options. And when the tank is empty, what do I do then? There is no one to call, no one to help, no one to pick me up again. I shouldn't have to deal with 'this' but dealing with the unfair seems to stalk me. But yet again what right do I have to complain? From the outside, peering through the doorway it appears I've been dealt a good hand. And I suppose I have. I am lucky and I know that. But, as there is always a but, as there is always a catch. I've been dealt a card of useless, and being aware of that is torture. All I can earn is a glimpse here and there of the true story. I am stuck behind a wall. I am unable to call out. And you don't even know I'm standing here. I may as well be a ghost. Nothing I say, nothing I do will change anything.
Being concerned is easy. The guilt, the helplessness is difficult to even understand never mind coping with. So my question for the day dear readers. What should I do? Four simple words. Thirteen letters. I'm happy to be a sheep for once if it improves anything.