It's not new, many folks have been kvetching about adulting.
I guess I am no exception.
I hold it together.
I really do.
If you see me, you would never know the pressure I feel. I don't usually claim it in waking hours.
This really is an anomaly.
But, I am breaking inside. I can't tell if it is into tiny pieces or just the corners breaking from the pressure.
What it feels like is an earthquake. Fissures, cracks, movement, slippage.
I can barely get the words out, but there it is.
And, tomorrow is another day, and I will soldier on.
Maybe now that I have declared the difficulty, it will ease, just a little bit.