“That’s alright, it happens all the time.”
Yes it happens all the time and while I shouldn’t be feeling any more down and out than I already am, it’s hard not to. There are a lot of things on my shoulder right now and while that usually isn’t cause for concern, the lack of finding something to take my mind off things is once again taking its toll on me.
The only optimistic thing here is that I’m so engrossed in my work for most of the day that I hardly find the time to worry about the things that go wrong, instead do whatever I can to compensate for the lack of needful things. It’s just that when the sun goes down, I find myself taking my work home with me in an effort to stave off the inevitable sense of isolation and helplessness that’s wrapped about me like a cloak. So much so that I have foregone sleep in the attempt not to spend those few moments lying there in bed wishing for someone to walk me through the night.
Is a friend to talk to too much to ask in times of need?