Sure, no problem, that's fine. The words have tripped out of my mouth before you can say nervous breakdown. WTF. 

We know the feeling well, so accustomed are we to it. It leaves un-drunk cups of tea, unshaved legs and unread books in its wake. The feeling that we must be all things to all people...but ourselves it seems.

We still have tough times, don't we? When the world, the day, the room we are in, gets 'too much'...but we know and you know, and those we love to know, and we muddle through.