There. I said it.
I'm not feeling good. I'm nervous and paranoid and scared and worried. I'm a mess.
My wife asked me what was wrong and I told her that there's no one thing that's wrong with me.
Instead, it's more like there are a million tiny broken pieces, a million small things, that I've been silently carrying for a long time that are now breaking my back.
Yeah. So that.
So I'm going to go back to hiding in my cave now.
See you later.