Miami VISE

My head is so cluttered...so loud. There is a vise around my brain...squeezing harder and harder with each turn of the lever. People are taking turns turning this lever...my mom, dad, brother, aunts, co-workers, Air-Tran employees...the list goes on. With each turn the pressure increases, my head aches, my eyes throb, my jaw clenches, and I grind my teeth a little more. What brought this on you ask? I don't think I could pin-point the moment that this vise was put in my head, but what I do know is that it started this summer at work and my recent trip to Indiana has pushed me to the limit. I have to release this pressure before it kills me. I don't know how to deal with this. I don't know how to comfort myself or to accept the comfort of others.