The eyes have it

I look ok. On the surface.

Look at my eyes, they tell you different.

I wish people would understand that this is so much harder than they could possibly imagine, but that I have to carry on as normally as possible which probably means that I won't admit that I am very close to being physically unable to carry on. I am stubborn, I suffer from enormous guilt, I care more about letting other people down, I am stupid. I know.

Same old, same old.

I am knackered, but I can't sleep.

But, it could be worse, right?