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I am tired of melting every time the scenery changes. That's what I do. How do I stop? It seems like it would be easy. The answers I have heard do, anyway. To me, though, it is far from easy. I am conditioned this way. It was either going to be, melt down or be as hard as nails. I chose to melt down, I guess. Balance would be awesome. To respond with neither would be ideal. Thing is, I don't know how to do that. No wonder mom called me mellow dramatic. Not everything is worth a meltdown, though. There are things that maybe I could learn to blow off, maybe. I don't know. I really don't.
I guess I know what the next two weeks without T is going to be about. Yes, T is going to be out of town for the next two weeks and before you ask, yes, I melted down like a little child terrified that T wasn't coming back. I am determined to get through this with mental status in tact, I think.