I'm there. I am to the point where the stress is stuck deep in my chest and its not leaving. The anxiety is bursting its way down my arms and I can feel it shaking its way out of the tips of my fingers and I could literally grab onto something and not let go and squeeze until it feels the same stress I do.
I think that might be the only way for it to go away.
When I sit and close my eyes and try to find the source of it all I feel is it bubbling up in my throat and I mummer…
work, husband, deadlines, lies, the lack of me time, bills, money, life, husband, work, dirty dishes… the mundane.
I have said it and I will say it again, I need an adventure. I need the surprise up and go, drive until we cant drive anymore, no plans, wind in my hair, wild nights, freedom. I need freedom.Tweet