If I had the patience, I’d go through the archives at a blog I’ve been following for years, because I can’t find it through search engines. (The author has become increasingly protective of her privacy in recent years, which I can respect), because in that entry she was writing about crying at work. She was at least 30 when this happened and for some reason I really remember how she set up the scene. I believe she mentioned a co-worker murmuring “Close the door. She’s gonna cry.”

Which is about what happened to me on Thursday.  I didn’t bawl or anything, but I’m pretty sure the welling tears were visible, and I know the absolute panic was. And afterwards I locked myself in a stall in the bathroom and cried very quietly. I can’t take this much longer. No matter how careful I am, it’s like I trip up, and then I’m so thrown off by that that I screw other things up.