Finally… a night where I don't feel like my brain is going to explode. It's stupid how worked up I can get over the dumbest things. Now I'm just afraid that this week will be a disaster. I hate to admit it too, but more counselling may be in my future…the more I open up, the worse it gets, but if I keep it inside, it gets even worse. A lot of the time I feel like I'm carrying the whole world on my shoulders, and that no one I can speak to will ever understand in a way I need them to. So for now, I go on struggling, hoping that one day someone will get it, or that my brain will change so it won't make me feel like I'm useless every time something doesn't work.












