Cry Hard

Last night I had a meltdown. Everything that has happened over the last week led to a hysterical perfect storm after getting off the phone with my Dad.

I cried so hard last night I could hardly breathe.

And when I woke up this morning, my eyes were so swollen that I had only slits by which to navigate.

Rather than explain why I look like I've been punched, I put on my sunglasses and told my coworkers I had a reaction to the mascara I applied last night.

There are a lot of reasons why I was so hysterical. But I'm too exhausted to dissect them here, as I usually would.

Sometimes I just need to be *upset*. Because I spend most of my time keeping it together for the benefit of everyone else.