Years ago my husband had a complete breakdown. He couldn’t even take care of himself. At the same time, my mom was dying of cancer and my son was very sick. We lost our home, all our money, and had to live with others. I held everything and everyone together. Just like always. Now, after years of keeping everyone else safe, making them feel better, etc., I have broken. Little tiny shards of glass that use to be me. And when I ask for help? What do I get? “Geez, hon, maybe you need a little snack, or a nap.” Wow! A little snack or a nap, and suddenly, years of severe abuse, having to hold it together for everyone else’s sake, and being bi-polar are suddenly and magically gone! Poof! It’s a fucking miracle!!!! Jerk. You think he’d at least try to understand. But God forbid I lose it, I have to be strong for everyone else. Okay, fine. I’ll pretend a little longer. Then, one day, I’ll just fucking snap and walk into traffic. Fuck it.