But at what cost? The exhaustion, fatigue, and physical pain have caught up with me. Now I'm trying not to break down in the break room at my second job. Life continues to move around us and we're expected to climb uphill weaving through literal mountains to keep up, while everyone else has flat ground.

It isn't fair. Life shouldn't be suffering. 

I was fine yesterday. I know it's a depressive episode. I need to be home, and I can't be.