There was a last straw (it was silly and minor as last straws always are). I had a huge meltdown tha

There was a last straw (it was silly and minor as last straws always are). I had a huge meltdown that started with screaming and hitting and ended with the loudest sobbing cries, as I mopped up the aforementioned last straw. Meltdowns are the hardest things for me to openly discuss… I’m not actually sure I ever really have. So, here’s a first. I hate them. They’re very self destructive, and they lack any ounce of coherent thought and they won’t be stopped with the idea of ‘consequences’. They pretty much just have to burn themselves out. Well, today’s consequences started out with a scared cat (hiding behind the teevee), and have ended with what is probably a vocal chord hemorrhage |: Cat has forgiven me and is now happily snoozing, but I have no voice and it’s quite painful. I also hurt my arm. This was really difficult for me to post about, but these things need to be less taboo. I know very few people actually have these kinds of issues, but that doesn’t mean they should only be spoken about in hushed whispers. I’m always ashamed, embarrassed, regretful, and I doubt that will change, but I *will* talk about it, and I will *not* be ashamed of talking about it. -- source link

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