almost too much to handle

I feel the storm coming, that whirlwind that will sweep me off my feet and leave me gasping for air. I can't stop fast forwarding in my mind and thinking of the endless list of things that need to be done. The palpitations just won't stop. And I know it's not the way it's supposed to be.

The heart is willing, but the flesh is weak. Why do I not do the things that I should do, but the things that I do not want to do I do?

Father.

Breathe. Just breathe. I need my God. Calm down.