Stress Is A Quiet And Slow Death, It Is Not Seen Or Heard. Today Is Such An Evening, With Time It Becomes

Stress is a quiet and slow death, it is not seen or heard. Today is such an evening, with time it becomes more and more difficult to contain everything accumulated, and this makes itself felt. It is already night, but the pain in my heart does not go away, and my hand is still numb, there is noise in my ears, and I try to sleep, but I understand that I will not be able to sleep. I don't know how much longer I can hold on, but I'll try