I get this way from time to time, feeling an emotional tension so strong I'm simply waiting to crumble. It's a quiet collision, a perfect storm of circumstances that shakes everything in me to pieces. But there's a sort of beauty in being broken, wandering like the victim of some natural disaster, picking through the shambles of myself. Knowing that the worst is over and now I must rebuild, stronger and more resilient than before. It's a subtle rebirth of sorts; a night of crying into your pillow but waking to a beautiful sunrise.