On Flying and Crashing

What is wrong with this week?

It has been the most emotionally horrible time I've experienced in years. I can't remember how many times this week I've come back to the room, shut the door firmly behind myself, kicked off my shoes, dropped my book-laden bag, and dissolved into tears.

I hate sorrow without reason. If you're going to be sad, have a concrete reason behind it, ok? And the grossest part of this week is there have been moments when I couldn't have been happier. Like church on Sunday, seeing Allison on Friday, small group last night. But at these other times, I am so wedged and crammed inside my own thoughts, I can hardly breathe.

Balance, come back. Sanity, I desperately call for you. Stability...