Am I being too needy?

Just looking for some support, I guess. I hate this. I hate the anticipation, the count-down, the panic that sets in the day before.

I feel tired and sad and out-of-sorts. And overwhelmed. And alone.

I'm trying, I really am. I go out and walk the dog and love my children and do the every day stuff. But it's hard. And I want to cry but I can't find the tears.

/whine