When I was a kid, people used to have “nervous breakdowns.” I think that the mental health care community has discouraged that term for awhile now, instead using more exact language to describe folks’ states of being. Fair enough.
I think it’s a useful term, though, even if it’s not the most accurate. I also think that if I don’t make some time to get myself organized and back on top of things, I’m going to have one and it’s going to be very, very bad.
Today I’m going to have my little family start doing something my uncle does. He keeps a box of safety pins on his dresser and when he takes off his socks, he pins them together, toe to toe. That way, they can go through the washer and dryer and back to the drawer as a little sock team. I am embarrassed to admit the role that socks are playing in my downhill spiral. The very idea of not having to worry much about them anymore is making me a little teary.
Baby steps. Right?