Out of control

Every day I wake up and it's always the same. Same time, same alarm, same work schedule. I go to work, sit at a desk for eight hours, do the same tasks, then go home. Repeat five times a week. When the weekend hits, suddenly it's Monday again. I don't ever know what day it is anymore because they all bleed together. I'm on autopilot again and I'm struggling to regain control but afraid if I do, I'll crash. I'm stuck between my worst nightmare and biggest fear, trying to decide which is the lesser of the two evils. In times like these I really need a copilot. But that's a bit of a problem when I've already thrown everyone else off the plane. Where's Superman when you need him? I think I'm headed for disaster no matter which direction I choose.