More anxiety

I can feel it. It's the tipping point in between barely keeping it together and tears. On one hand, I want to unleash it so I can move on. On the other, I push to keep myself in one piece. It doesn't help that I've not slept much, but being exhausted doesn't seem to make me sleep any better. So it remains right under the surface; the panic, the despair, the pain. If I can maintain another day or so, it'll be okay, I think.