Last week was stressful. It was busy. It was exhausting. By the end of the week I felt like I need a "handle with care" sticker plastered to my forehead.

And I did what I always do when I'm feeling tired and like I'm in over my head. I wore aggressive clothes, I bore up and then when it was all over and done with I had a meltdown. I lost my appetite and had to force myself to eat. I got to into a book I was reading and absorbed too many of the author's emotions.

Then I slept. And slept. And slept.

I could probably still go to sleep right now if given the choice.

The difference between way back in the days where I'd look forward to taking a shower just so that I could sit down and cry in it is that I know what causes it. I know where the fear comes from. I know how I react to it and what I need to do and not do.

And when all else fails, I can never go wrong with a bag of lime tostitos and some sunshine.