I’ve hardly slept since my wife asked for divorce a couple of weeks ago. Tonight I actually slept for 7 hours. Unfortunately it was from 5:30 pm to 12:30 am and now I’m wide awake at almost 2 am with a work meeting at 8:30 for which I just want to call-sick. All I’ve had to eat in the last day is a sandwich. At this rate I should be able to shed those extra 20 lbs.

I need to distract myself with work AND need the money more than ever, but how am I supposed to operate in my daily life like this? Everything feels broken with my enormous failure at the center of it — and no one knows yet, except for one friend, so it’s like I’m an imposter of a person who has it together with an invisible specter of doom attached to my back.

I know it gets better, but this blows.