Strain

Getting hard to cope. Headaches getting worse. Feeling lousy. We move on Friday. So much to do. Maybe if I didn't feel so ill I could cope better but as it is I want to hide under a rock. Keep worrying about the van we've hired for the move. I just can't see how it can be big enough to get everything in. Keep worrying about everything really. Once upon a time I would have dealt with this all without a problem. Now it feels as if the world is collapsing around my ears.