Just about every day at some point I wonder if this is it. If this is the thing that will finish me for good, or make me snap.

I have zero reserve. I like to think I’m smarter than to allow myself to get to this point, but apparently not. I’m tapped out, running on empty.

Thankfully, it’s evening, and the likelihood of something really awful happening diminishes. Until tomorrow. Then I roll the dice yet again.