Everything is getting to me today. I know none of it’s actually aimed at me but it still feels like it is. I wish I could turn that part if my brain off. Suddenly I’m too exhausted to have anything to say. I’m sick and stressed and unmedicated. I wish Wesley was still right in the next room so I could go snuggle him. These kids are getting so damn loud. I tell myself I’ve fought through worse, but I’m sick of fighting. I’m so damn tired.