In my head somewhere there is a beautifully decorated bottle, fabulous shades of blue stained glass, embedded jewels with silver trimming. And inside this lovely little delicate bottle is my sanity. Occasionally when the table in my mind is bumped the bottle gets knocked over and a little crazy spills out resulting in, well lets just say a i can be a bit moody.
Not only has my bottle reached the limit over the past few years but it feels as thought its been shaken and now instead of a gentle spill with mild emotionally leakage...there is a volcanic eruption of uncontrollable crazy.
I think i need a new top, or maybe some super glue because I'm strong, a life time of practice at hold the bottle closed, keeping the emotions in check and smiling to hide the pain just isn't working like it used to. Maybe I'm just not as tough as i thought i was.
And what happens if my bottle just breaks?
