Six days.

Six days to go until I reach a milestone that I am…well… unsure of. We all go through this. Some of us have an easier time of it than others. Why am I feeling like this? It’s unsettling, to put it mildly. Mid-life crisis? How the fuck should I know?

What am I feeling? Scared, angry, frustrated, exhausted…to start with. And I have a cacophony of dialog going on in my head that eats away at my soul. I end up with more questions than answers. My stress level continues to ratchet up, while my energy levels plummet. And all of that adds a new level to the pain I live with every day. And all of that usually ends up with the same final question – how much more of this can I take before I look for a way out?

Boy, am I a happy-fucking camper…I wouldn’t want to be around someone like me, either.

So here I am – heart pounding in my chest – with no recollection of what any other emotion feels like. What is happening to the world?  What is happening to me?

Six days…