buster bluth

So my dog bit my hand the other day.  In addition to the incredible physical pain, I can barely use the hand.  I feel useless, and I wonder if I will ever be able to use it normally again.  Plus there's the fact that I feel unsafe around my own dog, and also guilty for not giving him the same kind of love I used to... and the occasional vivid flashback.  The stress of this, the feelings of uselessness and hopelessness and sadness, plus the normal life stress, depression and anxiety have all added up and I'm really struggling to keep going.  I don't want to anymore.  If this is what life is going to continue to be, I'd rather not continue with it.