Just One More Pile of Dog Shit...

I think I'm just one more pile of dog shit from a breakdown. Yep, you heard it first from me, right here. Just thought I'd let you all know.

Uneasy feeling....

I've spent most of the last few days in a sense of uneasiness. Try as I may, it won't go away. This feeling has stayed with me the better part of a year, rearing it's head off and on. It consumes my head and my being until I can't function. Which is where I am now.

I have to interact with my kids and my mood and preoccupation gets in the way. It gets in the way of my marriage. It pushes it's way into work and after school activities and creates a cloud that follows me around, casting doubt and shadows in places they shouldn't be. Still, others with whom I choose to interact with decide that they are too busy, angry, sad or uneasy to interact with me back causing more uneasiness and confusion.

So, I sit in a an emotional hole. My anger builds. My patience shortens.