Been awake since 9am Sunday.
It’s midnight Monday night.
Lots of mom guilt.
Lots of teacher guilt.
Lots of guilt.
Lots of anxiety.
Lots of unknowns.
Lots of going and going and going.
Because if I stop, then what?
I function better in high stress situations.
I move into survival mode.
There’s no time to let anxiety and fear take over…I have to keep pushing to get through.
No time to think.
No time to process.
No time to feel.
But how long can it last?
I’m worried it may not be long enough.
That crash when I can’t handle it anymore…when the world’s problems—which were never my weight to carry—are just too much on my shoulders…
What happens then?
Diary of a Girl from Nowhere 