Atalist's Dungeon

 I have been struggling to find the words to explain things.  I had a breakdown last night. Complete with an ugly cry, where I couldn't breathe. I felt claustrophobic. The world felt closed in. I could feel it tightly around me. Living through a pandemic hasn't been easy and I have felt that I have been doing all of this with the utmost composure and holding it all together. I thought, until last night. And then it hit. My husband for all of his virtues struggled to help last night. He tried to highlight things, things that I took as offensive. Things like, "do you think you are the only one struggling?", as an example. No, but that does not mean that what I am going through doesn't matter. I was not trying to illustrate how I was feeling superseded other's emotions, more so that plainly, I was not alright.  It is unusual that I am not alright... I roll with things, I adapt. Last night there was no adapt, only a flood of emotion coming out of me.  All of this ...