Oct 10
7
I am a college graduate. I can cook well enough to support myself and know how to do my own laundry. I am a very capable, responsible adult.
And I kinda had a meltdown a couple days ago.
I’d been through a really stressful weekend and had had an intense morning. I ate a nice lunch, and figured the worst was over, and I’d have the rest of the day to get my errands run and take care of some things I’d let slide over the weekend. Unfortunately, I was very, very wrong. One thing after another kept going wrong in my world, and after what seemed like the 40 billionth thing came crashing down on me, I had had enough. I found an empty patch of floor in the hallway, and I sat. I talked to my mom. There were many tears. Once I’d gotten out all I was gonna get out, I took my mother’s advice and went to bed.
And guess what? My problems didn’t go away in the morning. (Surprise! Not.) Some of them got resolved over the course of the day; some didn’t; and I got some new ones. But in my conversations with some very wise women (including my mother, with whom I converse regularly), and through some truly miraculous experiences which reminded me that I am loved and watched over, I’m getting through.
You see, life is hard. We have all sorts of problems, from sick children to lost jobs to running out of chocolate ice cream right in your hormonal craving-time. And sometimes they just get to be too big for us to handle, and we crack. That’s ok. Everybody’s entitled to a meltdown or two every now and again.
Something that I’ve seen recently is that it doesn’t matter so much what bad things happen to you; what matters is how you recover from them. I’m learning how to do that. My message today is that we don’t have to handle everything gracefully all the time. It’s ok to cry and vent and eat chocolate for dinner instead of real food once in a while.
Not that I speak from experience, or anything 
Just remember that you CAN do this. You may need help (again, that’s ok. I promise), but you can get through it.
And so can I.
