Slave of loneliness

I think I'm almost on the brink of exhaution...Yet I have not think to have a rest.
Tolstoy did came to such a circumstance, where he kept writing and driving himself to the edge of exhaustion, unable to sleep, and on the verge of breakdown. As he said, -- he kept writing because he was the slave of an inner compulsion and had a consuming desire deep within his bones.--
I say...
I keep making myself to be busy all the time because I'm too a slave -- a slave of loneliness.