Feeling very resigned and tired of thinking about the condition all the time even though that’s what we do. So much going on now, struggling to keep it together. The stress of responsibilities are weighing heavy, the public personna at work is chipping and cracking with the weight and doubt, financial obligations are chains, the child is run amok...

Always on guard, filtering our switches to keep the ‘out of character’ ones in- always worried of what people perceive or think of us- trying to stitch together the switchy moments in a flowing public appearance, sticking to a character sheet that keeps changing.

I guess you can call this acting, but with extreme nervous intensity because this stage of life is much different then plays or films.

Just so tired on the inside.