'Tis the season... for unsuspecting emotional outbursts

Really, they sneak up on you like none other, show themselves, and make you think, "Dear god, I must be insane because there's absolutely no reason for me to be breaking down and sobbing hysterically like this."

I mean, yes, there IS a reason. There are lots of reasons. So why are we (by we, I really do mean I, but I'm thinking there are way more of us out there because apparently I wasn't alone in my sobbing hysteria last night) so far from emotional health that we can't work through those reasons in a reasonable fashion, but instead can just go on through the days at a generally upbeat pace that is rudely interrupted by the intense breakdown that really came out of nowhere. And then there you are, at two in the morning, feeling like you're back at square one. And boy does square one suck.

I guess the upside to all of this is that there IS an upside. Once you've worked through your lowest of lows, once you've cucumbered out those puffy eyelids and popped a couple of vitamin I's and shared some Big Chill, things don't seem so bad. The emotions that had been weighing you down in both your waking and sleeping states have been released.

At least for now. Until they sneak up on you again. Ugh.