*Rant* Overwhelmed.

 I never thought I’d be here again, but here I am.

 

I live cheek by jowl with despair, hopelessness, frustration. I bed down with loneliness and I wake every morning only to stare depression full in the face. Panic and anxiety hover over my every move. 

 

I ask for help and get…. nothing. No one. 

 

No one cares.

 

My husband is far away again, thousands of miles between us as has happened so many times, and my brain short-circuits, critical failure. 

 

I am angry, every moment, every second. The kid, the dog, the world, all of these bear the brunt of my anger and I feel worthless. They don’t deserve to listen to me rant.

 

The dog is a dog, and the Frog is a Frog, and neither of them should have to deal with my inability to cope.

 

I miss you, PFunk. I can’t function without you. 

 

I am alone, again.

 

I hate it. I hate knowing that deep down my friends, who all claim to be good ones, just don’t give a shit.

 

DO I? Do I care anymore? If the world doesn’t, should I?

 

I don’t know.