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| My nervous break-down view - The Gilbert Temple |
Sometimes (actually this is the first time) when I'm having a nervous breakdown (this isn't my first by any means) my husband gets me my own hotel room for one night so I can get grounded again. I know he does this 99% for me and my sanity but that other 1% comes from his fear of WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER! Here's the view from my hotel room... it speaks volumes to me. Also, I have to ask, does everyone else just handle life better than me? Why isn't everyone else running to hotels to get a grip?
Or maybe the better question...
Why don't we share our messiness with each other more?



