But There’s Beauty in the Breakdown

So it finally happened yesterday, I was pushed over the edge. The depression that I had been feeling and holding inside all came pouring out. I cried for what seemed like forever, but in reality it was more like only two hours. Here’s how it happened: I was sitting at home listening to the new O.A.R. CD, Stories of a Stranger. It got to track seven, a song entitled Nasim Joon. While listening to the song (which by the way is rather cheery and nice), I got an e-mail from a girl I dated for about a year ago telling me how I ruined her life. Now there is no question that this girl was insane when I dated her, which led to me breaking it off with her after only about four dates. Still, the e-mail pushed me over the edge. It was the straw that broke the proverbial camels back. On top of living at home at twenty-six, no job, failing the bar, and Holly, the e-mail pushed me right over the edge. I started to cry and couldn’t stop. It was a total breakdown, which was only ended sometime about one in the morning after Holly calmed me down. (Yes Emily, if you are reading this I want you to know that I am well aware of the fact that she shouldn’t be the one I turn to calm me down, but she did help. For that I am grateful.) Anyways, while running today I realized that last night was my bottom. I needed it in order to rise from my funk and get back into reality. Once you hit the bottom of the valley, you have no place left to go but up.