BLAH. BLAAAAH.

I had a hilarious roommate in college that would yell "BLAAHHH" in your face if you asked her about something she didn't want to talk about.

Well, BLAH.

I must admit, I slipped down the rabbit hole last week. I think having roommates, my house being under construction/a mess, Schuyler changing jobs, the exhaustion of a Spring filled with a frillion hours of work , planning a wedding, my parent's house/my childhood house burning down along with all my pictures and memories, and one of my very best friends from high school passing away suddenly last week-- everything bore down on me suddenly like a vice grip.

I broke down.

I told Schuyler I was depressed. It was the first step.

Just saying it made me feel not quite so alone. And now... I can start working through it all.

But really, I just want to yell BLAH in everyone's face.