Did you know that nervous breakdowns don’t exist anymore? I know they don’t because I had one (or didn’t have one according to modern psychology) a few days ago and found out it’s now called “Vital Exhaustion,” which sounds like something your car would get diagnosed with. Regardless of what it’s called it feels shitty and I’m incredibly lucky that Hailey is at camp all this week so that I can do the therapies that are working (and which include sleeping all day, watching South Park, and having extra long shrink visits.)
I’m fine though and today I actually felt well enough to feel guilty about posting, so this is a post telling you why I’m not posting. If I was more myself I’d put something witty here but my mind is mush right now and all I want is to lay down and sleep for another day so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
I promise I’ll be back to myself soon.