It’s getting out of control. Ignoring it is no longer an option. I should have expected this since it’s almost fall and the football season is gearing up. But I didn’t. And now, even turning my phone off just leads to a mild heart attack when I turn it back on. A million thoughts consume me. If they have any actual facts, I could, would, lose everything. The shame of what I’ve done rises to the surface, no longer contained in the box I’d locked it in. I have to do something before it is too late. But what?
