Weight of the world

Whoever penned the phrase "The weight of the world is on my shoulders" was pretty much a word genius. It is such a to the point phrase that describes exactly how I feel today. It's as if I'm being crushed by the stress and pressure that's building around me. It's as if everyday is a fight to just keep my head above water. It's horrible.

I'm not superwoman, but yet I'm in a situation where I feel like I must be one. I must take care of things at home. I must not fail at even the tiniest of things. I mustn't complain because it could be and may get so much worse. 

It's just a lot and although I know I'm not alone, I feel alone a lot of the time. 

I pray a lot. I cry a lot. I stare into space a lot. I can see how easy it would be to just give into the pressure and collapse under it's weight. Settle into a depressed state. But what would that solve? 

This is my journey, this is my life and as hard as it is, I must deal. I've dealt with plenty of crushing moments in my past, and if they didn't break me, neither will this. 

I must continue on, one day at a time, for approximately 111 more days.