Now some personal stuff has sent me reeling again. I feel like it’s just rapid-fire changes and stresses these past few weeks, and I can’t keep up. I’m back to fighting through the listlessless and lethargy by sheer force of will.
All in all I guess I’m hanging in there, barely. I don’t know if I still want help… I’ve never been great at asking for help, and right now I’m not even sure what kind of help I need. With Stacey feeling much better, at least physically, I’m not quite as overloaded with wife-and-baby care. There are things I probably need to talk out with a sympathetic listener; but right now I feel a lot more comfortable just withdrawing inward.