I can feel it, that desperation when you realise every part of you is beeping, screaming "low battery!!" and you still have so much more to work on.
Scratch desperation, this is panic. Contained panic, that will eventually leak out like a poisonous radiation gas and vaporize everything.
I'm getting close to actually believing that I can't do this anymore. I'm not even sure what "this" is. I'm sure I had some sort of clear idea of what all this was perhaps 2 weeks ago?
This is...me redoing people's work.
This is...me trying to juggle too many things.
This is...me making the sacrifice play. Fixing others' messes. Compensating.
What was all this?