fraying around the edges

I am wearing so thin these days and using up so many tears. I think I must be close, by now, to reaching my 1+ limit of Things Going Wrong. I may be just one slip of bad news away from too much bad news. My choices then would be complete and utter despair (so hard to sustain!) or a sort of hands-thrown-up denial. I feel almost ready for letting a total lack of trust in my body and the world turn into a sense of detachment. Like, I give up. There's nothing I can do. Let's go eat ice cream.