I noticed a teardrop running down my face. I feel alone, I don't know who to turn too. And I need sleep. Between the wildfires, covid, my student development plan, and my grad school course, and then add in work. I'm overwhelmed.

I'm sad by what my mind is throwing at me. And at the same time I want to escape. Run from the smoke, and be able to think clearly. Will that be possible tomorrow?