A meltdown

Some days ago, I had what you might call, a meltdown.
I went from anger to intense anguish in moments.
I worked myself up into a frenzy.
I wanted to lash out at my family.
Hurl words that would wound and scar.
I wanted to hurt myself..
Physically harm my own self or something/someone else.
I wanted to break things,something...
Anything would do, I felt, at that moment.
Just to cope with the heaving emotions inside.
Just so I could make sense of what I was feeling.


So, I shouted at my loved ones.
At my son for something he did or didn't do.
At my husband for slights real and imagined.
For angry words we have exchanged over the years.
For everything we have ever done to each other.


Then, I shut myself up in a room
Immersed myself in all that was and is torn and tormented inside
And I cried my heart out.
I ended up with a migraine that day.
But later, when I calmed down, I felt better.

But more than that, I found that my family still loves me.
My young son still expects me to tuck him up in bed, each night.
My husband is still there, stolid and exasperatingly silent.
I know he has his demons
As I have mine.
And maybe, just maybe, together we can face them down.