Losing it...

My patience is failing me. I'm not sure how long I can take the stress until it starts affecting my body. It already does, to a lesser extent. It's difficult to remain optimistic. It's not negative energy, it's just turmoil. It feels like only a matter of time before I finally just walk out the door, all the way to Georgia. Everything in me is too restless here. I'm trying to respect his wishes, I am. This sucks!! I can't wait until summer. Then I can see what I really want to do.