I'm around a 7/8... only because when I'm at work, I get absorbed by it, and most of the day goes by without me having to really dwell on things. I love my kids; but there's not much conversation with a 2 and 4 year old. Home makes me sad; I want to take my kids and run away... I have never felt so helpless in my life.
I come home, sign on the computer, and hope for the best. I wish I had people to call, places to go, friends in whom I can confide. My parents are wonderful, but they're 15 hours away. ****.... an honest, objective analysis of my situation reveals just how justified I am in feeling like honeysuckle.
This is probably the most revealing post I've ever made, from a purely emotional standpoint. It's like I'm naked or something... everyone knows now.