I wish I knew.
I can't seem to find the person I used to be, or the person I'd like to be, and instead I am someone I hate.
I can't air my frustrations at work. I have no close friends I can vent to when I feel, over the phone or around the corner.
I come home, and my family bear the brunt of everything I am bottling up inside. I can't talk to them as they do not listen, but they carry the burden of my frustrations. I am like a different person. It is hurting them, and is killing me.
I am in a deep dark pit, and just when I think I have a grip on the sides I slip and fall back in again.
I just wish someone would throw me a rope.
