I’ve been closing my world down, piece by piece: fighting with everyone over the smallest of things; ending relationships over the tiniest disagreements.  The stress of watching him suffer 24 hours a day has taxed my system to its limits. Anything that causes stress or difficulty gets pushed out, pushed away.

Until I fix what’s broken, it will only get worse. I’m afraid that this sad, angry person just is who I am now.

I don’t want to go back to who I was; I can’t. I’ve burned too many bridges for that. Where can I go from here? I’m afraid to find out.