The Minneapolis school shooting. Wars. Hunger. Corruption. Every time I see another headline, my own problems feel… tiny. Insignificant. Minute. But then again aren’t the biggest disasters always born out of ignored “small problems”? Maybe brushing things off is exactly how chaos wins.
Stress has been clawing at me. And tonight? Stress is winning. I feel myself unraveling at the seams, like a Babe Ruth home run ball that just split the leather clean open.
I used to pride myself on handling pressure. On being the one who holds the line. But right now? I’m spiraling. Ace pilots call it a “flat spin.” The difference is they have eject handles. I don’t.
Work. Family. Money. Home repairs. Making my business better! You name it, it’s not just on my plate, it’s falling off the damn table.
And here’s the kicker: I know what people would say.
“It’s not that bad.”
“It’ll be okay.”
“You’ll get through it.”
Spare me. If you’ve ever had a real breakdown, you know empty platitudes don’t stitch the seams back together.
This space, this blog, is where I dump the mess. Some days it’s reflection. Some days it’s humor. Tonight? It’s survival.
I don’t have an answer. I don’t see a light at the end of the tunnel. Right now, it feels like a freefall and I’m terrified that when the chute finally opens, it’ll be too late. I always answer, I’m always there. A crises, a meltdown, a needed friend, I’m your guy…. my problem in life is there isn’t any more of me out there for when I need me the most!
The hardest part about being the strong one is realizing when you need yourself most… you’re already busy holding everyone else together….
Hard Lessons & Honest Thoughts 