I lost my shit tonight.
The day was okay. The evening was frustrating, angering and depressing, but nothing outside of what I deal with frequently throughout any given month. I even had time to cooldown and destress while reading Dean Koontz and doing laundry.
I put on my iPod and started doing the dishes about 30-40 minutes ago. And I just lost my shit. I have no freaking idea why. Just couldn’t stop sobbing. The helplessness in those moments is excruciating.
I’m confused as to whether I should really try to figure out what it was all about or not. So I’m letting it fly for now, and hope it’s just a randomly isolated incident.
Time to finish cleaning/eating so I can drive my ass out to Pittsburgh after leaving work early tomorrow.