Saturday, June 02, 2018

Compressed into a ball

It was going to happen, all the stress of all of everything was going to land. And it did, I ended foetal in a ball and inconsolable. I took a V and a half and pushed my mind to read something until I was sleepy then I slept. It was a nasty turn, and I knew my lizard brain was in charge even as I could speak with some logic. My body ached and tears rolled.

It's part of the mental health workplace injury journey twixt childhood crap; you're forever scarred and years on you can be a capable, rational adult then be dropped to the floor in a ball of snot and tears in minutes or seconds.

But I wouldn't be me if this had not happened. Is that comfort? I'm not sure.

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