Editor's Comment: To ensure credit goes where it's due, the below is written by fellow SAL blogger Glen McGee. Last week I broke. I thought I had reached this point before. The first time breaking came a week before I left for Los Angeles when I cried my eyes out in a car with a friend. I cried harder than I ever had before. I thought that was the lowest point. It wasn't. Last Saturday was. It was then that I found my soul torn inside out. It was then that I truly broke down. I think too much. Overthinking about things I shouldn't. They shouldn't matter as much as they do. I dwell on these things. I relate to the movie Inception because the tiniest seed of an idea can land in my mind and it will grow and spread like a cancer. It's obsessive and disconcerting. I should mention that my breakdown last week was prompted by an Instagram photo. But let's put that into context. My whole life, all I have ever wanted was to be valued...
"All jesting is in its nature profane, in the sense that it must be the sudden realization that something which thinks itself solemn is not so very solemn after all." -G.K. Chesterton.