Things are going to get real rough for me. I am trying to stay positive, but I am scared.

I am so tired, I am carrying so much weight right now and doing so much and I am cracking under the pressure. It's going to get really ugly. You can't squeeze blood out of a turnip. I've fought for months to get help, and I've been met with a brick wall and silence. There's no one but me carrying everything at this point and I can't carry it any more.