Living in the worlds of my imagination...

Worst possible time to have writer’s block… Writing is my defense mechanism to try and keep my sanity in my messy, stressful life. No writing for a week = nervous breakdown. It was ugly. Everything just piled on extra thick this week and I was working so hard at being patient and happy… and then I crashed HARD. School is building up to be too much work. Why do professors think their class is the only one you have? And at the same time my great aunt and grandma are getting worse with their memories so there are issues to handle daily. My relationship is really being tested in the middle of all this mess and when there are problems there I have no where to escape this box called “my life”. I wasn’t meant to be caged like this, and even though it is voluntary to help people around me I feel so defeated right now. Don’t mean to whine… just need to let it out somewhere…