I feel it coming.

That moment when the last string holding shit together finally breaks and everything comes spilling out. That moment when the last screw in the last hinge comes loose and the door flies right off the wall. That moment when everything comes crashing down because the weight is just too much to handle.

I am tired. Physically and emotionally spent. But I can’t even sleep anymore, between the noise in my head and the noise right outside my door. Every ring of the doorbell, every knock at the door, every 3 AM TV show played on volume 50, every fucking noise in the middle of the night — I hear it. And I can’t sleep.

And it drains me. At a time when my body needs the most rest, I am getting the least. The least sleep. The least food. The least of everything. I am running on fumes, and I’m waiting for the day when I finally run out of gas and drop to the floor.

I thought about going to the hospital, which is ironic considering I just fought my way out of there two weeks ago when I was sick. But there are things there that I can’t get right now: a safe place to sleep, three meals a day, quiet, and care. I need those things, right now more than ever.

But I can’t do that. I can’t just drop everything and pretend like my needs matter. The world doesn’t work like that. If I went to the hospital, I wouldn’t be able to go to work, and right now I can’t even afford a tissue to sneeze in. So what choice do I have? No matter what I do, I’m fucked in one way or another.

I try to get care in wherever I can. I stay at work just so I can have some peace and quiet. I sleep there, too. I feed myself off of unwanted food and value menu items I buy with the gift cards I got for Christmas. I use another gift card to go to the movies to give myself a break from my life for a little while. I don’t think my coworkers and friends will ever know how much their gifts have helped me get through these last couple weeks. They have indirectly been my source of care, of peace and sustenance.

This isn’t a way to live. I can’t do it anymore. I shouldn’t have to live like this. I shouldn’t have to sleep at work. I shouldn’t have to look for peace and solace in places that aren’t my home. I shouldn’t have to feel trapped inside my own room.

But don’t worry about me. I’m fine. I still get out of bed. I still go to work in the morning. I am still breathing.

Is that enough?

10 thoughts on “Crash

  1. That is enough if that is all you can do right now. I completely hear you. Im grateful you have coworkers who have unknowingly helped you. I am thinking of you and so sorry that you are so tired and needing solace at home and not finding it. How absolutely frustrating and what a powerless feeling! But you do get up and go to work and wow you keep pushing forward, keep getting out of bed and trying. That is definitely enough. I still wish more for you because I care.


  2. It is enough but it is tiring and it is hard. And I’m so glad there are those who care for you. But as Bethany said, I wish more for you. I care so much, and wish there was something I could do. Thinking of you and sending peace and whatever else you need right now your way.

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  3. Its not enough. You need so much more than what you are getting. You’ve been through so much and continue to struggle. I am so sorry. You are a survivor and a fighter. But I hear that you are tired of fighting. I am glad that coworkers have helped in providing so moments of help. Im thinking about you.

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  4. I wish I could add something more than what others have written. You are brave and strong and you deserve that peace and care you need!! I’m thinking of you and wish I could do more, too!!! Stay strong you ARE worth it!!!

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