Seven

It’s amazing how stressed out I can all get over something trivial and inconsequential. I get all worked up and tear chunks of my hair out (which is a pity, because my hair is rather nice and bald patches aren’t particularly attractive). I scream and yell and take it out on everyone around me. “I fail at life! I hate this!” I whine and moan and generally piss everyone off.

And then it comes.

And just as easily as it comes, it goes. I could have clicked my fingers or clapped once, and the event that drove me up the wall in the weeks leading up to it, is over in that short span of time.

“Is that.. all?” It’s a bit anticlimactic, my complaints weren’t justified and I try to look for some. I try to find reasons for my loss of insanity and I find none. Perhaps I go a bit crazy all over again when looking for those reasons.

In the middle of it all, a hand suddenly rests upon my shoulder. “Breathe,” the deep voice of the hand’s owner says to me.

I inhale, exhale. It’s a nice pattern of air filling my lungs, then leaving it, then filling it… A distraction from everything that makes me tick like a time-bomb.

I turn and the face the person. “Why weren’t you here to tell me that before?” I ask him, but I am smiling, and deeply thankful.

It’s amazing what someone stable can do. We all need someone like this in our lives. I hope you have one. I hope that I am one.

This entry was written on August 13, 2007 by Charlotte Crown. It is about/includes mentions of life, people. You can leave a comment, or trackback from your own site.