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I had a meltdown tonight. I started crying and I just couldn't stop. In front of my kids... Texting to my mom... Wishing it would stop... Wishing I could go to bed for the night. I feel better now. I'm sitting in the living room listening to my kids play Uno in the kitchen. It's rather peaceful. But an hour ago it wasn't. I bawled in the living room while Aida told me all the ways I'm so wonderful, Christian tried to distract me with a rousing game of "Go Fish" and the little boys duked it out with curtain rods in the driveway. I have a hard time moving forward when I start to feel overwhelmed and depressed. And by "hard time" I mean "totally paralyzed". I know that I need to do things. I may even know specifically what needs to be done. But I cannot force myself to do it. Today my mom and I cleaned in my living room so that it can be painted. I have been hoping (dare I say counting on) some outside help to...