Preludetoabreakdown

Melancholia and Depression

My thoughts, at times, seem to be racing in between one another like rush hour traffic.  Then grid-lock, and finally respite in the breakdown lane.

Deflated and tired, I mentally pull over, and watch as the rest of the world passes by. They don't notice I've had a minor breakdown! And I am left to repair the damages alone, which seem all but minor.

I am overwhelmed! I have run low on  serotonin, and my dendrites and synapses have lost ignition.

I am lost and struggling to regain direction, yet find myself, eerily in a place that is all too familiar.