I regressed into handling everything like a little kid would. After pretending to function and holding it in for several months, I’ve exhausted every coping mechanism. Hence, my recent breakdown. Remember when you were 4 and cried when you didn’t get exactly what you want? Probably your parents didn’t let you have that cookie 🍪 before dinner. This is what I regressed into.

And that sanitizer bottle has a lid that could be twisted off and put back on. I cried like hell when the lid fell off and a coworker put it back together for me.

Sometimes, in a mighty attempt to feel better, I would also joke around and be funny. It’s usually about disgusting stuff like pee, puke, and poo. I wanted to also make dirty sex jokes but that would be way out of line.

I need to tell my colleagues about what I went through the past 6 months. That’s the only way they would be understanding and accommodating. My supervisor definitely needs to know.