cryptic, exhausted musings

I am completely supported by everyone around me and by God. I know I am loved and that I have so much. Otherwise, I feel like a floppy, heavy sandbag. I have thousands of grains of work stuck inside of me, waiting to be poured out. And I will pour. But the process is painful. Emotionally and physically I am weak. Psychologically, I am confused. Spiritually, I am desperate.

Note to self: I dream my fears. Am I living them?