My heart is weak

I feel so weak. I am lost. My heart doesn't know what to feel. Sometimes, I am so frustrated, but I just don't want to cause a problem. I HATE complaining, because I know there are worse problems in the world.   I need a makeover, and one a wardrobe, can't provide.  I feel like this is complaining.  But, it's honest, it's pure in that while I still care what you think, I am still typing.  Just breathing now is a relief. It's when accepting our flaws, do we accept our humanness.
God Be with us,
R