I wish I could stop all the time around me. But keep moving, myself. So I could have time. And see it all. And get better. And know what to do.
It's not an option. So I have to do these things while everyone keeps moving. Which makes it all more complicated. And confusing. And hard.
Please know I hear your offers for help. And appreciate them. But I cannot accept. Helping me is just not something that will actually help me. I have to sort this, with out anyone else.
But... It's so loud. And Oh! It's too much. The white interference. A symphonic cacophony. And I'm just more (and more) lost than before. Caught in a tide. Frantic to hide. Drowning. And I want to stop. Breathing.