Tears In The Basin 😥

I was seated at my desk in my overly lit office. The bright white lights were fuelling an awful migraine in my head and my mind was stretching beyond its limits. I did not want it to snap. “I try too hard to end up like this again,” I muttered under my breath. Nonetheless, I felt as though I had gotten to the end of myself and my strength couldn’t save me anymore.

“I need to put myself together nicely. I have to, I think; but nothing is working,” I pondered helplessly, sitting still and boiling up in my buttoned-up shirt and tight tie. I could literally pass out and still look well-put-together.

Hum… 

I walked past my colleagues with a plastic smile, straight into the convenience to cry my eyes out till I was lighter. I sat, this time on the toilet cover, and cried like a 4-year-old who had just lost his most treasured toy. Then, I stood up and washed my face in the basin, dried it out with some toilet paper, put on my overused plastic smile and walked out empty.

When you’re at your worst, you still need to do your best - not for anybody, but for you. What do you think of this?

PS: This is a very random story.