All the blood that I will bleed...

I feel like I'm running on a track with a train incoming behind me - with full speed and no sings of stopping. I've bitten off more than I can chew, and as my gag reflex begins to spasm, I hold my mouth for dear life and pray that I am able to calm down. I'm afraid that I won't just drop one ball, but all of them together, making it seem as if I had no business to juggle them in the first place. Overwhelmed doesn't being to cover the state I am currently in, and I'm fully aware that it's about to get far worse, and that's ignoring the fact that I've almost forgotten how much more weight I'd have to carry if I had something of significance - something great. Something to call my own. Whatever might come, and however the winds might blow next, I shall stand tall. Well ... maybe not tall, but steady for sure.