Am I the only person in the whole world who feels this overwhelmed by being alive? Am I the only one that thinks about grabbing my kids, my pets, loading the car and just moving away and starting over?  The sheer amount of STUFF in our house and on our to-do list makes me physically ill.  How can the boys, or I thrive like that? When will it get easier? When will I breathe again? I pray every day and every night for the ability to move through the water.  I feel like I'm under an ocean of water, screaming and no one can even hear me.