Mental Breakdowns: One of the Greatest Joys in Life?

When you meltdown, and I mean sobbing your fucking guts out in some deserted ally way, you come to terms with your life. This moment when you're entirely checked out from reality and entirely by yourself, may be one of the happiest times of your life. Now not necessarily while you're curled up in the fetal position recollecting how entirely miserable you are and the series of events that got you there, but right after. You've come to terms with who you are and what you're doing. You've realized that the people who put you here, aren't worth being worrying about. You know now you are your number one priority and need to build yourself back up before you can take on anyone else.

In other terms, you've stopped giving a flying fuck.

I mean that seriously. In that moment you no longer have any stress, any concerns, any desire to take care of anything or anyone else but you. You slip into a blissful state of knowing only you can make yourself miserable and nobody else has the right to. You're self confidence is full to the brim, things can only go up from here right? Everything will be fine, just tread a bit more carefully.

And then you check back into reality and that moment completely vanishes, but hey, life is only what you make of it.