Man oh man, I am ready for summer to be over.
It is flipping hot here and me + hot = beat down Renee.
When I get beat down, I crumble.
I crumble too easily.
I crumbled this weekend.
I am not really sure why, but I did.
I crumbled into puddle.
That puddle led me to a panic attack, that led to guilt, that led to uck.
I am tired of crumbling.I do wonder if I will ever stop crumbling or if I will continue to crumble but learn how to deal with it?