So who do I talk to?

So my parents are really truly amazing in so many ways. Not all of them good but most of them are.
But today has not been a particularly good day for me - I think that they realise this but I'm not sure.
Tonight they ring; and I know it's childish but sometimes you just need your Mum and Dad to talk to, to tell your deepest thoughts and fears to, I don't want it very often because I know that they can't handle any more problems; they ask how we are - the most important information they want is what did we eat - but then they tell me everything that's going wrong with them - I admit it's far worse than what's cracking off here - so I don't mind.

But when Mum says, "Thank you, I've got no-one else to talk." I think, "So who do I talk to?"
Not my sons. they see things so differently (I think it's the scientific minds!)Also do I really want to say some of my thoughts to my boys - it wouldn't be fair on them. There again, I don't always want to hear some of the things my Mum says. No choice though.

Friends? No you can't say everything to them either.
So that's where faith comes in. 

Who can I talk to even when I don't have the words?
God of course.
Wouldn't cope without Him. He reminds to pray and praise always.
If Paul was able to rejoice in prison after being whipped I'm sure I can cope too.