I feel like an egg about to be cracked open and scrambled.
I am not getting over anything because none of this is easy.
Even though I'm putting up a fight I'm the one being beaten.
It's like life is going to keep stirring me up until I am all mixed up.
But I am done, I have been done.
I am far beyond well done.
I am like jerky that has been curing for years in a dry, salty, enclosed space with no air.
Desperately trying my hardest to just,