I Became A Workaholic

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I haven't posted on here lately as I have been going through some pretty serious emotional hurdles. Every time I start to open up and trust someone they turn on me and bite me in the face so to speak. I've been accused of so many thing that I gave up even trying. I turned into a hermit and a workaholic. Work is my release. It's the one thing that doesn't let me down. It gets things around the house accomplished. It's my personal trainer. I feel my muscles growing. Some days I'm in so much pain i can't move. Then i start to feel better. And stronger. The pain feels good, in a way. Kind of what you would feel after an intense workout. I'm learning more skills. Practical skills. Skills that are beneficial to my family, and in the future, should i find emotional healing, a blessing to others. I've written here about making my own laundry soap. But now i want to move on to make bar soaps using lye. I'm still downsizing. Still giving things to charity shops. Passover begins in a week, so it's an intense deep cleaning I must do, to get the chametz out. Chametz represents sin, all the bad things in life. As I do this, I'm looking deep within myself at my own flaws. What are my flaws? How can I be a better person? Anyway, thank you for reading this. I really needed to get this off my chest. I've been holding everything in for so long. Gave up posting on Facebook. Retreated within myself. But holding things in isn't good, is it. Anyway, I will sign off for now, and read other posts on here. Perhaps it will cheer me up.