When I Think I'm Going Under

Tired is not a good way to try to cope with the difficulties of life.  But, Jesus knows that.  He holds me.  He rests me.  He walks with me.  And, when I think I really am going under....He calms the sea.  Nothing is too difficult for Him. 
I have had a generally happy week so far.  Keeping focused on what matters most.  Working hard.  Praying.  But it is still ridiculously hard to be home at the same time.  and, I hate that I have to get up and out in order to maintain my sanity.  I napped in my car this morning...yes, again.  It IS peaceful.  Warm.  No worries.  But I dislike that those things don't describe my house. 
Somehow, I have also just struggled with knowing that there are so many ways in which I want to do better.  I want to grow.  To become the woman I know that I am...that I have been.  But it's HARD.  And frankly, much of the time I just feel like a jerk.
Nonetheless, I walk forward.  I keep going.  And when I cry for help, He answers.  He sends messages and kindnesses.  People who care.  He helps me to breathe.