Just.breathe.

I mentioned on Friday that last week was tough. 

And when I say tough, I mean ... literally my breaking point.

I was trying to decide between ripping my hair out or self-sedation for an indefinite amount of time.

Last week ...

I felt confined. 

I felt inadequate.

I felt overwhelmed.

I felt stressed ... if that word means you are so intensely vanquished that the idea of death would be warmly welcomed. 

I felt like there just wasn't enough time.

I felt like I had made a mistake of gigantic proportions.

I felt like there was a very good possibility I would fail.

I felt buried.

I felt suffocated.

I felt complete defeat.

I was stuck entirely in that moment and saw no way out.

Ironically enough, I found a photo that completely represented how I felt.

Which made me laugh until I cried.

And in that moment, the world and all its demands seemed to crash down on me just a little less. And I was able to breath.

Laughter.is.a.good.medicine.

I wonder why it took me four dreadfully long days to remember it. :)

P.S. Happy Monday, people.

I can say that because it is really like a Thursday for me! I am going on a little vacay on Wedneday {perfect time considering my stress levels, no?}. I am going to go visit my favorite brother in St. George {with mom and dad in tow} and then head down to Vegas to cheer on my Aggies in their last-ever WAC Tournament! GO AGGIES!