i am tired of fighting. the good fight, the easy fight, the fucking

[mopinko]

necessary for my survival fight. i don't want to fight about which washer and dryer to buy. i don't care what's for dinner. i don't care what the doctor says. i don't care it the test hurts. i don't want to argue about whether my studio should have a wood kiln. or if i should have a studio at all.
the constant friction with other people is dissolving my skin, and leaving my nerves hanging out. i want to just get rid of them, and be all alone. i can't take it. i am too tired. please make them go away.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear mopinko...

Sounds to me as though you're depressed...

You need to get professional help!

Get yourself into the hands of a psychologist or psychiatrist, and get better!

I've been depressed too, and the right therapist can literally save your life...

Please, for your own sweet sake...Do it.

:hug:

[mopinko]

2. did it.

one more battle not worth the sweat.

[Robb]

3. Somebody needs a scotch.

Metaphorically, if need be. A walk, a ride, a drive, a hike, a shower, a bath, a nap.

Or a scotch. Put your feet up. :hi:

[mopinko]

4. i desperately need sleep, as i always do.

i will turn in very shortly. the drugs are kicking in.
unfortunately, they will all still be there in the morning.

[Robb]

5. True enough

But though it might take a few mornings to kick in, everything's easier to deal with in the morning.

I can send you a whole passel of similar platitudes if you want. But put your head down. If you need a relaxer, go read the poem in my sigline link. It even rhymes. :hi: