This morning, as I sit here at my desk, I find myself acutely aware of my breathing and pulse rate.

I’m not sure why.

I question a lot of things these days, not the least of which is my sense of belonging. This is a bit disconcerting – especially since I turned another year older a month and a half ago.

What is wrong with me?

How did I get here?

How do I escape this thought-scape?

I feel so alone.

I don’t know where to go.

More often then not, I inhale and exhale deeply – what most people characterize as a sigh. And nearly everyone thinks something is wrong.

(I need the oxygen, people.)

I’m not perfect. Far from it.

But the way this world today is going, I truly fear for our future…my country’s future.

But I am also completely exhausted. I feel as though I have nothing left to give – to anyone, to anything.

And that makes me feel like a burden.

I can’t think.