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If you need to break down, break all the way.
But then stop wallowing and get back up.
No movie scene in the history of time was more satisfying to watch than the scene in Bridesmaids, where Annie (Kristen Wiig), . We all know the scene where she tore apart an entire wedding shower and had a fist fight with a giant cookie.
Although it feels slightly maniacal to go through it, and regret might follow afterward, it feels really fucking good to fly off your rocker and let it all out. If you’re going to have a meltdown, you might as well melt all the way down and make it a good one.
But then it’s your responsibility to get the hell back up and change something. Otherwise, the meltdown is all for nothing.
Around five years ago I had my biggest meltdown ever. It came in the form of selling my entire life and vacating it.
The breakdown happened on the tail end of my family falling apart, my dog dying, and accumulated debt I could no longer control.
I lost my entire shit.
It resulted in me selling everything I own, for no reason at all. I listed it all in online classifieds and sold it, right down to the candle holders on my coffee tables, and the coffee tables too. I sold my bedroom, my living room…
