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A Breakdown of Breakdowns

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Also: this is live captured footage of what I look like as I vomit my feels into this post.


You’re welcome..

And so I’ve been 32 for what…10 days now? Well I don’t know what the FUCK happened/is happening but 32 has wreaked havoc and declared bloody war upon my life. Where do I EVEN begin? Ok. You know that stupid annoying question only dorky people ask the day immediately after your birthday? “So!? (insert dorky snort) How does it feel to be (insert age)?!” And the answer is ALWAYS the same song and dance: “(Insert super fake giggle) The same as yesterday!” Well let’s just thank THE UNIVERSE no one asked me that question this year because they would have immediately regretted it considering this would have been my answer:


How does it “feeeeel?!” Let me tell you how it “feeeels” honey. Everything is a fucking MESS since 32 came uninvited and all giddy-go-fuck-me, merrily skipping along and tripping over itself and slamming into my life like “Heyyy girl! I’m here to fuck shit up!!!” I legit feel like I woke up in some twisted, sick remake of Narnia the morning of my birthday except there was no walking through a wardrobe but rather, mentally breaking down inside of a walk-in closet (twice). There was no snow, only humidity. There were no 4-legged man-horse mythological creatures and they have a name and I’m aware and I could have saved a whole like 40 words on my 2,588 word-count but I’m not researching them because they’re irrelevant unless my children are maybe part of their species. And even then. Irrelevant. There were zero lions, zero wizards, zero witches..whatever LOOK I’ll admit that I don’t know a damn thing about Narnia because I never saw any version of the movie nor did I read the novel. I have no business using Narnia as a metaphor in this post but what’s done is done.

And now the whole Narnia things seems like a waste of that paragraph but I’m determined to finish this today so here’s what this otherworldly business of turning 32 HAS greeted me with in place of all that Narnia nonsense:

  • A total of 2 actual, non-hyperbolized, genuine emotional/mental/physical psychotic trio-combo-breakdowns (both of which coincidentally occurred inside of my closet which is as close to a “wardrobe” as it’s going to get in 2017) annnnnd we’re back at it with the failed Narnia reference once again. Sigh.
  • A sudden realization that I may be am high-key suffering from a semi-drug-addiction and I probably need actual genuine help. Except I won’t get it because my pride and joy in life is my pride. heh.
  • A demon-freckle who has possessed the top left corner of my upper lip which ZERO concealer will conceal- which just further proves my case that this is the devil’s work. And now I’m all “I need a freckle exorcism” and Google refuses to respond with an affordable freckle exorcist in my area and that’s because I should probably be Googling for a psychiatrist in my area instead. Fuck you Google.
  • A party that was all-inclusive: it included a brawl, a scratch on my face as a result of getting involved with this brawl,  AND full-on urinating on myself and my 35$ birthday outfit from Target. I’m traumatized and I can’t return the outfit anymore. I may have been tipsy but none of it was my fault either way. I just know my brother and my fiancé went at it and then I got so emotionally involved I got scratched and peed on myself while I was screaming at them both and then I was all like “GREAT! I FUCKING PEED ON MYSELF!” in front of everyone who was there. And then I changed my clothes and got into yoga pants and a tank top for the remainder of my party and gave zero fucks. And this is why I don’t GO OUT anymore. Because I’d pee on myself and then WHAT would I do?! I understand taking a spare pair of sandals to replace heels at the end of a long night, but I’m not showing up at a nightclub with a “going to grandma’s” duffle bag to carry around an extra change of clothes in case I pee myself.  No.
  • And the worst case of writer’s block that I have ever had to confront like ever. And it’s not so much writer’s “block” it’s more like… ok hold on. I’m hyperventilating….


Holy shit she DOES need help..

It’s more like- I have so much to say that I’m overwhelmed and disorganized and I’ve started TWELVE unfinished drafts here because of all this sudden DOUBT that has consumed me whole. Like I want and need to get ALL OF THE THINGS across in a clear, concise, organized, effective, humorous, upbeat, and impeccable as possible manner but suddenly, no matter what I write or how I write it or how many times I keep starting a new draft NOTHING satisfies my inner-blog-beast and nothing is post-worthy and then that whole fucking act of being so hesitant and too hard on myself starts to weigh on me and weigh on me until it  buries me 56 feet beneath this rubble of “I NEED TO WRITE I WANT TO WRITE I HAVE SO MUCH TO WRITE IF I DO NOT WRITE I AM GOING TO HAVE A MELTDOWN (and then I have TWO instead of one) BUT I HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO WRITE IT”.


Ok I’m good now. We’re good. That’s a lot to absorb. I’m not apologizing for it but if you haven’t left yet- now is your chance because honestly, I don’t know where the beginning middle or end belongs here. And I’m done trying to figure it out. I’m just gonna spill my fucking soul because that’s what I do. I think I already spilled it. But the cup overfloweth with soul and it’s still spilling. What a fucking mess.

Breaking Down The Breakdowns..

Now I know I tend to say ignorant shit like “I’m bipolar” and “I need therapy” and “I have a mood disorder” and ” I have severe anger management issues” and “I’m emotionally unstable because I’m a Libra” and ” I had a rough childhood full of violence and being told I’d be nothing” and “I have ADHD” and I still firmly stand by most if not all of my own self-diagnoses. But honestly  I’ve never been medically diagnosed with anything. I’m in the medical field. It’s as simple as I refuse to have this kind of paper trail, or these kinds of labels attached to my life. I can control it all. Until I can’t. And even then. I’ll manage and I’ll deal and I’ll let it be until it all normalizes itself.

But turning 32 has proven me wrong I think. Because I think I’m heavily addicted to an appetite suppressant- Phentermine.  There I fucking said it. 1,000+ words later. And it has nothing to do with weight loss and everything to do with how it makes me feel. Which is inspired. Motivated. Committed. Focused. Attentive. Determined. Elated. Social. Talkative. Productive. Efficient. Successful. And the only reason I’ve finally finished THIS fucking draft, is because I found the remainder of these pills that I’ve been secretly and frantically searching for everywhere, for the last 2 weeks because I think I subconsciously hid them from myself and almost forgot where I hid them. (Whattttt!!!??). Yea. Exactly. Mind blowing.

The thing is, I wasn’t aware they were addictive. It was an innocent scheme to shed a few quick pounds and motivate myself to keep them off (spare me your gym-knowledge and you’re dieting advice and expertise because I know it all and it’s boring. I knew what I was doing when I started this, I just didn’t do enough clinical research because I didn’t think it’d be a big deal). Until I had the 2 mental breakdowns that I’ve mentioned twice already, in the last 2 weeks. Both of which were so bad, my fiancé was THIS close to having to call 911 on my unstable ass. It was scary for the both of us. I’m talking, screaming and crying and kicking and not being able to breathe or see straight, kind of panic attacks. It feels like the fucking Universe is caving in on you dressed up like a killer clown and it’s going to eat you alive and whole with it’s yellow razor-sharp teeth and there’s just nowhere to hide or run to and no one can see or hear you and you just want it to be over with.

My depiction of the world during a breakdown…

In retrospect, when I retrace the events that led to both of my breakdowns, the common denominator is that fact that I hadn’t taken said pills in “x” days because I had misplaced them. And this voice. It kept on and on and on and ON like a broken record..“where are they. I can’t find them. Who tossed them out. Why am I being betrayed. Who lied to me. I can’t find them. I need them. I can’t write. I need to write. I can’t function. I need to function. What is happening to me.”  And then I was triggered by any little thing like a simple question that I just didn’t feel like fucking answering because my mind was elsewhere dealing with this fucking VOICE and suddenly, this minor internal distraction would turn into inexplicable and unjustifiable psychosis.

Break down #1  happened ON the morning of my birthday when I already had guests over (who weren’t supposed to be there till the evening, which is another trigger for me because when I make plans, I expect those plans to go as PLANNED and I don’t typically handle the unexpected need for a detour very well) and I just didn’t know how to handle the fact that there were people THERE and I had so many things to do and prepare and I needed to focus and bake my cake and decorate and they were in my WAY. So there I was, giving up on the entire fucking ordeal and having this uncontrollable attack in the corner of my closet about not wanting to deal with people and not wanting a party and not wanting ANYTHING accept to be alone shivering in fetal position in that very corner of my closet. And I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear. I couldn’t think. I just wanted the day to END.

I wish I could put into words how intense it was for me and for those who had no idea what to do (mainly just my fiancé, the poor thing- he’s so damn sane he can’t possibly relate to ANY of my nonsense). Except my aunt. She gets it. Because she’s sort of nuts. This angel came inside of my closet after I had been in there for an hour and started casually making fun of my taste in clothes and trying on my heels with her wacky socks on and randomly modeling them while tripping on herself just to see a smile on my blanked out face. My aunt is EVERYTHING to me. I seriously don’t know how I’d handle life without this woman.

And so they say “THE PARTY MUST GO ON” but I was shocked with myself. I didn’t know what to make of it because I mean yes-I’m addicted to caffeine but to a PILL?! What!? Not me. I’m so much better than that bullshit. I’m so ABOVE that type of petty business in life. I’m a MOTHER and a professional and an artist and a semi-adulting badass kind of normal chick. I don’t “get addicted” to things and I’ve never been a drug user. I can barely tolerate alcohol for fuck’s sake! Get out of here with that drama Ely. Shake it off!

Until psychotic meltdown #2 happened a few days ago. Of course. And this time it was worse. Of course. Because if anyone takes care of her things it’s me. I work hard for my shit and damaging MY stuff has never been a thing for me it’s just out of my nature. I’ll slash a tire here and there (lol) but that’s about it. But this time there was so much throwing and pulling and ripping and screaming into piles of clothes that I wasn’t sure how it would all end and again, my poor fiancé didn’t know what to do with me or himself. He would just whisper to me and ask me to please calm down but every time he’d try to get near me my breakdown BROKE DOWN like the when the bass drops in the best part of that song that’s so damn good it gives you chills. And this time, it all kind of just happened because I was napping and have you ever been SO exhausted and in a deep-sleep and someone wakes up aggressively and you have a mini-heart attack like WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?! Well this was the trigger for this disaster. So fucking unnecessary.

And this is NOTHING because I was too ashamed of myself to keep documenting the result of this shit-storm. Luckily, my children have no idea. THAT I can control. But there were questions when my daughter happened to walk into my closet this morning… which I casually ignored and then her bus got there so I was saved by the beep.

The Conclusion (Kind of. For now..)

I know I need to STOP this nonsense and clearly there’s a problem but I’m not sure how I’m going to approach it just yet, considering I took a pill a few hours ago and now I can’t shut the fuck up. It seems like most of the other things were part of some kind of withdrawals right? Because then my lack of writing, and the petty triggers, and the panic attacks and the anger, and the lack of motivation and feeling crazy over little things like this NEW freckle on my face that I can’t hide would all make sense. Right? But the solution can’t be “ok. So take the fucking pill. It’s not like it’s heroine dude.” No. But it’s a drug and I’m using it as a crutch and there’s not enough sugar on the planet to coat that fact.

My hypothesis at this point is that I probably really DO suffer from some form of a mental illness and maybe I need treatment? Because if a weight loss pill is giving me MENTAL stability, then I was clearly lacking it to begin with. Does that make sense? If this pill, that was meant for something else, is helping me FOCUS, maybe I do have issues focusing to begin with. Maybe I do have a  chemical imbalance and maybe, I just need to replace this with the correct medication.

Fucking Christ. That’s a lot for me to face right now. Especially since things have been going so well for me in other areas of my life. But I’m here and I’m saying it and I’m just gonna have to be a big girl about it and deal with these demons head-on. Where’s my fucking cape and sword….


Thanks for listening friends!

49 thoughts on “A Breakdown of Breakdowns”

  1. Everyone’s allowed a freak out every now and then, so I say: just keep on swimming my darling. I do agree that talking to a professional may be the best course of action though- they seem to know a lot. Hang in there hun. xo

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  2. Oh girl, that pill is the Devil! I know. I’ve been there. Love, love, love the shit but no one else seems to love me when I’m taking it or coming off of it. In my world, things feel great because I have so much energy to get stuff done but I piss off the rest of the world while on it lol. I literally quit a job because I was mad over something that was not my damn business while on that medicine. Everyone has breakdowns, everyone is entitled to a good cry. Especially moms like us. We take a lot of shit but just don’t let it become you. You know who you are, you know what you have to do. And most importantly you know what example you want to be for your kids. You kick ass so I know you can kick this!! Get it girl!

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    1. Thank you so much. No one has been able to relate! And yes! I’m INTOLERABLE because I want everyone to be functioning at my 5,678 MPH pace when I’m on this stuff and I don’t stop to analyze I’m being an asshole! Lol! I’m def gonna take control of this mess! Thank you again!!! Your words are everything!

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      1. Yes. That’s exactly why. I felt like THAT lol 😂 it was perfectly fitting! Don’t look at it anymore it might possess you! Hahahah


  3. This much I know: a good majority of the truly talented are mad geniuses. Just remember that you’re among some of the greats whenever you start feeling low.

    Also, don’t think seeking mental guidance and assistance is a shameful thing. I’ve done it myself on more than one occasion.

    You are a smart, talented badass. You will know what to do.

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    1. Thank you dear friend!! That means a lot to me. I always stereotype mental guidance professionals to be shady, predictable little money sucking beasts who are just as crazy as I am and it’s just a thing I have against them ahaha. I’m racist towards the white-coats!!! Eek!!!! No but seriously yes I’m considering it. It can’t possibly be as bad and cliche as I think it is right?! 😘🤗😊😉

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      1. It is true that some mental health professionals are totally mental themselves! A lot go into the field, because they are seeking an answer for their own issues. Even so, to me, they are even more qualified, because they KNOW. In the words of Lewis Carroll’s Cheshire Cat, “We’re all mad here.”

        Find yourself someone you trust and that you click with. Don’t settle for anything less, and you will be kicking yourself you didn’t do it sooner!

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  4. I commend you for sharing this so openly and I’m sorry you’ve had to go through it. The good thing is you’re not in denial and you seem to have people around you that love you and will support you. I have faith you’ll figure this out and get through it. Your wit and ranting abilities remain unmatched, by the way.

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    1. Thank you Paul! It’s not all that bad from an outside perspective which is great because no one can “tell” haha. But it’s just something I had to get out of my system (now i need to ACTUALLY get it out of my system!) and now that THAT’S out of the way, I can write about more pressing matters- like more detail about this foreign freckle on my face, you know? On to the art of making something out of nothing!

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  5. Lolol…😂😂😂😂 you have such a way with words… oh boy… on to the breakdowns you sound a lot like me… I feel the same way about professional help or involving anyone in my business🙈🙈🙈 especially on an island where if I sneeze on one end the person on the other end says “bless you”.

    As Paul said you arent in denial so that’s great…you are half way there😎😎😎

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    1. Thanks boo!!!! And that sounds a lot like a really small town! That’s insane. I’d be Banned from a small place like that! They’d ship me off to Alcatraz or some there Highest level possible maximum security facility 😂😂😂😂


  6. Shit girl, sounds like you had a rough meltdown!! Ya know that you are going to be alright, all us creative bad ass writers always end up alright no matter what the fuck the universe throws at us. I get how you feel about the pill but ya know I am addicted to nasal spray and I just think fuck it…the worst that can happen is my nose might fall off!!! (((((cyber hugs)))) promise I don’t have cyber cooties!!!

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    1. I love your perspectives they’re SO REFRESHING so thank YOU as always Jad for keepin it 💯!!!!! You are right with every word you say! And I’m not a cyber-germaphobe so we good! Hahahah

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  7. Awww Ely I’m sorry!! *hugs* …also kind of screamed in horror at my computer screen with the clown. Imma needs a heads up next time – it was well needed in the context of your venting though, but I think I might cry a little.

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  8. I think if you do see a doctor, she can help determine if you are having withdrawals from the pills or if it’s something related to your anxiety. it seems like you had a crazy intense couple of weeks, i’m sure i would react the same way if not worse haha

    anyways i’m glad you posted this because I can relate so well! if you see a doctor about your mental health, write an update post! I’m going to a doctor next week for my (also self-diagnosed) anxiety and depression. Mental health is just as important as physical health


  9. Oh my goodness Ely! I am replying to this from work (it’s quite slow today) on my mobile, so ignore any typos.
    I know this was really hard for you to get into words, and to share with all of us – so firstly, props to you. You go Glen Coco.
    I can kind of relate. It feels nice to hear that other people (women) have these breakdowns that they know are crazy, but can’t stop. I feel like being on birth control makes me more sensitive, more irrational, more angry – I know there are hormones in birth control, so that might actually be triggering mood swings, anxiety, and all of the other irrational things I freak out about – but at the same time, I think I partly let myself act more foolishly because I know I have the pills to “blame.” Anyway, I’m kind of on a tangent. To reel it in – I am so sorry you experienced such an emotional start to your birthday. Maybe you should research the pills and see if others are having the same negative effects? If they are, work on losing the addiction and get back to your positive, ranting, strong, hopeful self! If others aren’t reporting any issues, I wouldn’t conclude a mental disorder or chemical imbalance straight away. We all (especially after traumatic events – like your hurricane of a storm) experience breakdowns (on break downs on break downs).
    Whatever you decide is the matter, I can’t wait to hear about it & help you through it.
    I give all of the Fox! 🙂

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    1. Thank you for your words Myka!!! They mean EVERYTHING to me honestly. And while it was hard to put all this mess into words, it’d be even harder to explain to anyone who cares about me face to face so AMEN to writing girl! The birth control will ONE HUNDRED percent do ALL of that to you and for me- what’s hysterical is that birth control kind of slows down my sexual desire! TMI I know but it’s INSANE to me to be like OH YAY WE DON’T have to worry about any accidents now but meh. Maybe tomorrow!? Call me boy! Lmfao! Ridiculous contradicting shit! Anywho- I def did the research and I have all the signs of “addiction” or whatever but I feel like that SUCH a heavy term it makes me feel as if I’m on heroine or crack or some awful shit like that and I’m just over here like “hi my name is ely and I wanted to lose a few pounds and now I’m addicted to a prescription” and the crackheads and the methheads are all like “she can’t sit with us” and then I’m alone in a corner of rehab like a dork at a school dance who isn’t cool enough.
      🤷🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️😂😂😂 anywho! THANK YOU AGAIN!!!! And birthdays come every year girl so no biggie. I’m trying to keep positive for sure and I’ll grab control of this thing! Xoxoxo!!!


  10. 1.) ELY! I can’t believe I somehow missed this post for a week! I’m so sorry! 2.) Phentermine was my LIFE!!!! Phentermine got me through highschool, a fulltime job, a broken family, while keeping me at a niece size 2. Iit was GOOD! And you know, HORRIBLE! Oh baby, I just want to reach through this computer screen and say ” GIRL! RIGHTTTT????!!!”
    3.) You do not need to feel ashamed or embarrassed. I have popped more go pills than I can count, shoplifted A LOT, had nervous breakdowns, and then took some more Go pills. You are a survivor, and if the outside world doesn’t understand that sometimes you have to do what you need to do, fuck em! I’m an awesome person, you’re an awesome person. You would never judge me for needing help, I would never judge you, and you need to not judge yourself
    4.) Damn Girl, get your shit together. We are 30 now and have come way too fucking far. One warrior to another, never put your sword down


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    1. Hahaha!!! This entire response drowned me in goosebumps and has Chills running up and down my spine like a million lost ants. THANK YOU AS Fuckkkk for thiissssssssss!!!!!! I so want to break through the cyber dimensions and hug you. This whole panic/anxiety attack thing is out of control right now and my 30s for sure ain’t got time for this! Also- my only trace of a criminal record consists of shoplifting makeup from Walgreens and being banned from walking into one for a few years 🤦🏻‍♀️😂😂😂😂 I was arrested but the cop felt so bad for me he set me free with a promise to appear and I’ll never forget his words “honey do you KNOW what they can do to a face like yours in jail?! That place is Not For you…” he was the best cop ever. Amen to innocent faces with dark fucked up ruthless insides! I’m there with you. I know this fucking pill has been the devil in my life and man I love dancing with the devil but I’m sure if I stick to my already unhealthy caffeine levels and maybe like, some other energy pills I’d be better off. Or perhaps I’ll just skip all this bullshit and take it straight to the vein 🤦🏻‍♀️. Kidding. Kind of. Love u girl. Seriously made my day.

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  11. I sincerely hope you feel better now but really nice post.i love stuff like this, thats to the point. Really nice! And cool blog! (Btw, the freckle thing, i totally get. I think ugly abd huge freckles and pimples come when our enemies are secretly using some sort of wierd magical curse on us. I mean how can it get this bad and ugly??!!)

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    1. Thank you so much! I’m stopping by your blog as soon as I get a chance to BREATHE this weekend! And yes, LOL to the freckle pimple situation. But we have to move on right ?!


    1. I’m HEREEEEE finishing up a post FINALLY lol!! I have so much catching up to do!!! I miss you so!!!!!! I just need a few GIFs to go! lol I’m back at it no more of this nonsense!!! Xoxo!!!

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