Burnt out.
December 22, 2005 – 6:57 PMThis is too much. I can't do it all.
I have to take an Incomplete on this 8 credit hour course so that I can get an extension to finish my paper.
I'm working full time.
Everybody needs something for Christmas. Sarah wants her baby's sonogram on DVD for Christmas. I promised Keith I'd have his old 8mm home movies transferred to DVD for Christmas. I can't finish either of those.
Forget about Christmas cards.
I had to cook food tonight to take to a potluck party at work tomorrow that we're having for the new class.
The laundry, dishes, trash, and bills need taken care of.
Then overshadowing all of this there is the Big Problem, which is not my problem, but which has become my responsibility since I'm apparently the only person who knows about it and cares anything about it. I can't allow innocent people, particularly not children, to get hurt. And I also can't bear the thought of somebody who is already damaged and fragile getting hurt worse with no chance for redemption or recovery. Everybody tells me that recovery is not possible. Can that really be true? Especially of somebody so young still? Can a person really be that damned, that hopeless, that un-fixable?