Text from my brother: "you know I love you right?"

Mom must have talked to him.

I know my family is worried. I find myself isolating myself from them. I don't want to put this burden on them.

I called my mom from the bathroom at work. I was sobbing. sick. Terrified.
I need to stop letting my fingers dial that comforting number. I know it kills her to know that I'm going through this, and there is nothing she can do. I know she just wishes she could scoop me up, dry my eyes, and put a band-aid on my wound...I sort of wish she could too. But I'm afraid these wounds are little too deep, and no quick fix will heal them.

I'm hanging by a thread.