I woke up this morning and thought about all the stuff that is going through my head. It seems like so much to face on a morning. Everything at once vying for some sort of attention. My brain simply does not have that extra power to want to devote to everything, so I feel like I am going crazy. Last week was a hard week. Emotionally and physically draining. No car, Travelling for the two weeks, spending enough money on car for a lifetime, Club TSTT drama with the president, a meeting that lasted about 3 hours into 11pm at night, trying to have my voice heard, facing Nigel and just finally being honest about my dislike for all the nastiness he has done, my dislike for him as a person, being finally honest with myself. Cutting off some more people out of my life, trying to still decide what is for me, and what isnt. I still don't think the trial is finished. So this morning, the madness of last week is still running through my head and I think what next. What next will I face and will it finally push me lovingly over the edge and then I'll finally be finished.