The volume of thoughts short-circuiting my brain is exceding my ability to shut them up. The only place I have been largely able to keep up appearances is at home, and that is only due to valium, alcohol and the support I am getting from outside.
I keep being told that I should tell my other half exactly how I am feeling. The impossiblity of that is something I can't communicate. It's not like I haven't tried in the past. It's just I don't have anything left in me to try with. I'm working too hard at pushing all the threads back into the boxes.