I cross my heart and hope to die.
It's one of those days when all I want is to go home and hide under the covers. Sometimes, it feels like we've been in survival mode for far too long.
Wait...we've been in survival mode for far too long.
Panic is becoming my baseline emotion. It's not safe, anywhere. There's no one to trust, and I feel like I have to hide everything, everywhere I go, from everyone. I'd like to go away, or get rescued and taken away, but I can't.
I've got bills.
And sometimes, I really feel the world shrinking. I could take a pin from the inside of my mind and just barely pierce the surface, and all of this would dissappear. I want my mental real estate back. I need to do some evicting.
I went to check out a few martial arts schools. At one, they only spoke Spanish and only taught kids. At another, they aren't open for a week. I'll check it out next week. There's a third that I'm going to drop by either tonight or tomorrow. I need to bust someone's ass, or I'm afraid I'll get lost in these emotional badlands.