I had a bit of a breakdown Monday.I came unraveled. Lost my shit. Seriously walked the edge.
I’m juggling a lot of balls right now. The Non-Conference. Aiming Low. Surgeries and their recoveries. A disability office that keeps saying I’m not disabled enough. Fears that effects from my strokes seem to be getting worse. The situation with Pete that’s….complicated. Three kids and their very busy lives when I can’t drive and one needs to go here and one needs picked up fron there and one is sick with that.
My balls came crashing down and shattered around my feet.
The fragmented remains mixed with my tears.
In a furious rush of emotions I vented to Pete. He let me. Then hugged me as I cried.
I fwlt like a crumbled ball at the feet of my friend Faiqa. She picked me up and brushed off the dirt and made me stand up again. She made me want to stand up again.
Then I talked to another sister-of-my-soul Julia, who put it all back on track for me.
I’m sitting here in the glow of my computer screen with the knowledge Tuesday will feel better and more centered.
We all need to have friends who can sweep away the remains of the broken balls and provide shiny new ones. With the promises to help juggle.
Friends are everything.