i mean, i feel like that constantly. I have no clue if it's just that I find simple stuff difficult to get done, or that I expect life to be easy when it isn't. Everyone gets up and goes to work everyday, fulfills their responsibilities, take care of the house and kids no matter how hard it gets, and they never complain. People around me are working really stressful jobs, and they just get on with it without complaining and make the best of it. Me- well, a relative offered me a big illustration project; I've been working very hard at it and right now I'm so completely overwhelmed, have turned extremely snappy, have been getting headaches and dizzy spells, so I've asked for a break for this Christmas period so I can complete the remaining 10% in the first week of the new year without any distractions. I feel bad about that, and I'm sure some people would find my wanting this break extremely frivolous and irresponsible, even though I know I really need it, and my output for the final 10% will be much better for it, and I've been so overloaded mentally I've turned into a monster.
But yeah, I feel like a chicken-livered bowlful of jell-O-- I'm sure everyone's work gives them headaches and dizzy spells and extremely short fuses and mental overload... and in the scheme of things I'm sure this project is far less stressful than most people's jobs (I'm guessing), yet I can barely handle it.

Yes, that sounds familiar to me. I have always said that every day feels like its three times as long. First I do something wrong(or not at all), then I have to erase it all again or do damage control, and then try one more time to get it right.
And of course if I have a bad day that third try will only be the first of a new cycle.

i mean, i feel like that constantly. I have no clue if it's just that I find simple stuff difficult to get done, or that I expect life to be easy when it isn't. Everyone gets up and goes to work everyday, fulfills their responsibilities, take care of the house and kids no matter how hard it gets, and they never complain. People around me are working really stressful jobs, and they just get on with it without complaining and make the best of it. Me- well, a relative offered me a big illustration project; I've been working very hard at it and right now I'm so completely overwhelmed, have turned extremely snappy, have been getting headaches and dizzy spells, so I've asked for a break for this Christmas period so I can complete the remaining 10% in the first week of the new year without any distractions. I feel bad about that, and I'm sure some people would find my wanting this break extremely frivolous and irresponsible, even though I know I really need it, and my output for the final 10% will be much better for it, and I've been so overloaded mentally I've turned into a monster.
But yeah, I feel like a chicken-livered bowlful of jell-O-- I'm sure everyone's work gives them headaches and dizzy spells and extremely short fuses and mental overload... and in the scheme of things I'm sure this project is far less stressful than most people's jobs (I'm guessing), yet I can barely handle it.


You just described my life. How the heck do people just...finish? How do they plod through a day at work and have energy to go do something fun and entertaining afterwards, often planned ahead of time? It sounds like the nature of the beast to me.