The Voices Within
Short Stories Recounting the Depths of Mental Health
I Guess I’ll Try Again Tomorrow
I look at the clock, 3 hours until it’s time to go home. I’m so tired. I can’t wait to get home, wind-down, and relax. But when I get home I need to make supper, help with homework, do laundry, and wash dishes. Does it ever end? When do I get a break? Even when I’m physically not doing anything, my brain won’t stop thinking, worrying, running through the scripts, evaluating conversations-both real and anticipated. There’s only one way to make it stop.