Compound fracture

I am not used to this. Always moving, never stopping, always something. On the surface it is not a bad thing but it is beginning to wear. And then like a hurricane the "child" rears its head to pile on. All the old fears, insecurities and misery flood back. Over and over. The "child's" noise merely compounds the problem leading to the bend before the break. I am exhausted, the "child" won't let me sleep and then the day comes filled with anxiety over everything that is piled on. The same dreams mixed with the same day leads to an unending war in my mind. I need my goddess more than ever but because we both drank "it's" poison I cannot even begin to fix the broken things that reside in my head. But even as I speak the world dumps more and more all the while the "child" screams and I am left with such a burden and no strength fight off this wickedness. Please goddess have mercy for this old broken toy, have patience while I climb the mountain where your shrine resides so that I may feel your warm embrace and know that this swamp of misery will end. It seems this broken path has not yet run its course, there is still more work to do (ironic that statement). Perhaps the "child" fears for its own existence hence the volume of its discontent. One can only hope for I grow weary of  its nattering. Listening to it's poison is more than I can bare at this point, and quite frankly is the last thing I need if I am crawl from the sludge I currently reside into her embrace. Apparently the "child" does not give in to easily, just like myself ironically. But for now I must go, even musing about these issues feels like forcing oneself to vomit to ease the sickness one feels. Miles to go before sleep even tho I fear I may never sleep again. In which case it's becoming more apparent that's it's just miles to go