I often feel like maintaining multiple priorities is a bit like running up a treadmill continuously while juggling for me. There are moments when I am doing it, and not falling or being pushed backward, and in those moments I feel like I imagine one would in the runner's "zone" - that rare glimpse of pride and exhilaration.

Most of the time, I'm forced to drop a few balls, or get pushed back off the treadmill. I can keep running with the remaining ball in my hand, or I can try to reach down for the ones i dropped and end up falling off the treadmill.

It's usually better for me to just run with one ball, and hope that I can pick up the others later, or that someone will be kind enough to hand them to me.

When I try to maintain all the balls in the air at once, I tend to go flying off the treadmill and crash spectacularly. That is what happened to me this week.

I got really depressed. I feel a low level panic at all times. There are still pieces on the floor, and so am I. The treadmill keeps moving without me, and I know at some point I have to get back on it. But I don't want to.