Worn Out

I never knew this was so hard. For the first time, I'm just worn down. I need help; I need support.

There's a reason there are no single coaches for long. They either burn out, and wear down because dealing with kids in such a competitive environment is just plain out emotionally and physically taxing. Married coaches are all the rage.

I didn't get it before, but damn that support at home is a needed and desperate thing. Someone to help with the household chores. Someone to cook. Someone to just listen. Someone whom you know will be there when you've had the roughest day ever and had to deal with irate parents. Someone to unleash your frustrations on and knew that they will still be there for you.

Help isn't something I like to ask for, nor do I seek out. Im way too stubborn for that. But, jeez, I need it now. I want to come home to someone who's excited to see me. Someone who will make me smile and forget my day. Hell, a big warm hug would be heaven at the moment.