Just had a meltdown. Interestingly enough, this was my first time where I couldn't see everything that was making me feel overwhelmed. This time, I genuinely felt like I couldn't do it. Like a hill that you just can't climb anymore. Even though you have climbed other hills and slopes and steep roads; this felt like an even more impossible feat. The growing pains in my physical and mental state have finally reached it its peak, my body and mind pushed its capabilities and it has now reached an ultimatum. I can't convince it to go further because I have used what little that was left. I really pushed my luck this time. Now I'm in tatters. And I have begun to journal them here again. I think that's the end of my tenure. This stint; craving dignity caused my indignation. Now I wonder what is left of me. I too torn to sew back up, it leaves nothing but scars and frail seams so worn. I don't think I can mend this back again if it breaks. Heck, it's already ...