As I sit here feeling like a slave at work, eating cold lasagna for dinner, and continuing to fight back the tears of sorrow, of being overwhelmed, and of feeling like I've given up everything to this and it still demands more, I can't help but think that I can't blame the people who finally hit the point where continuing another day seems worse than just ending it all. I can only pray that God has mercy on them and can give them peace from the torment and pain that led them to make such a drastic decision.

This is no way to live. I have given up too much, and continue to give out of what I no longer have. It feel a sorrow as if my soul was already lying on its death bed, taking what it fears may be its last few breaths. Something has to change before that happens, because a living body that allows its soul to die seems equally severe as the loss of physical life.

I'm afraid for what will become of my career, but I can't keep this up...it will kill me.