I'll be back.
I am afraid to go to sleep - the dreams are horrific, and stay with me for days. So I stay awake as long as I can, and struggle my way through sleep deprived days.
I'm jumpy, the hair on the back of my neck seems to be always raised, and I'm on constant high alert.
I want nothing more than to curl up in my bed and hide from the world. I'm struggling once again to speak, and to leave the house seems far to difficult to be worth the effort.
But it is school holidays. One can't fall apart on school holidays. Keep moving. Keep breathing. It will pass.