i always think a nervous breakdown is the body's last line of defense. it's a way to tell you... relax. chill out. otherwise, you're going to REALLY hurt yourself.
well, i think i crossed the threshold and broke. i picked fights, yelled and screamed like a madwoman for hours, and then sobbed uncontrollably for another 3 hours before i finally calmed down and watched some sex in the city.
i'm not sure why the body and the psyche work that way.
but i have to admit, after gathering myself i feel a whole lot better about things.
well... at least i'm not inclined to tear out my hair and run through the streets screaming bloody murder anymore.
is it school?
is it life?
what drives us to this awful point of madness???
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