Sometimes I want to scream, "What about MEEEEEEEEE!?!?!?!?!?" I want to be 5 again and curl up in a ball on the floor and cry and have my dad pick me up and soothe me. I want it to be okay to throw a fit and bawl my eyes out...to look normal doing it and not be a spectacle. To be comforted and coddled...just for a moment, and not being the one comforting and coddling.
I get so ill of being the sane one - the one who has the answers, who calms your nerves. Who gets the calls of panic from friends and family when they feel out of control. I get out my flags and wave them until they land safely on the ground. I'm a freaking air traffic controller. I'm really good at it. But today, I just want someone to guide ME in.