Spar

I honestly don’t know where to begin.  I know this isn’t where I thought I would be, at 34.  Writing an anonymous blog about how the scope of my life suddenly seems meaningless.   I’m tired of smiling on the outside when I’m crying on the inside.  I’m tired of helping people through all their misery and pain, yet they forget to help me when I’m in need.  I’m tired of work, and the stress it has caused me — but I’ve gone too far.  I’m too accomplished that leaving would cause all the would-be supporters to clamor, “you’re such an idiot for throwing away your career.”  […]