A lot went through me in just a week. My brain’s membership at the Crisis Gym is platinum level, . Time got all twisted, days filled with calls and night with thoughts. Yes, I was in full crisis mode again.
And as usual, my crisis mode means my brain is lifting emotional dumbbells it never signed up for. It’s heavy, but apparently it builds mental muscle. Been there a couple of times. I could practically start a course called "head first Guide to Surviving Yourself."
Prevention sounds great in theory, but when life decides to add extra spice, logic just runs away. I can’t even say “why me?” anymore because I know. It’s me who creates half this chaos. At least I am self aware! I am being unfiltered here because honestly, pretending to be calm during a crisis is like trying to do meditation in Bangalore traffic
If Sigmund Freud met me, he would probably adjust his glasses and say, “Ah, you have repressed emotions.”
And I would say, “Doc, these emotions are not repressed. They are dancing kuthu inside my head.”
Half the time people appear during a crisis just to watch. Like it’s a family serial episode. Crisis really shows you your strength, your circle and sometimes your circus. Life’s stage is full of monkeys jumping for attention, and we get so busy watching them that we forget we are the ones holding the banana.
Anyway, this too will pass. It always does. The best part? After every meltdown, I come out a little funnier, a little wiser and a lot more immune to nonsense. Maybe that’s the deal. You survive, you learn and next time, you bring snacks to the crisis.
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