I felt bad for them; I felt bad for me; I felt bad about feeling bad for me when I should've been focusing on them.
Had to bug-out. Since then, my chest is in a vise. I have to call the Head Shrinker. I think I'm having anxiety attacks or something. Had to sit them down in front of a movie and retreat to my bedroom to cower in a corner. Man, I feel bad.
Sorry, SP.
When I was going thru my stuff (and this still happens, but far less frequently), I noticed that I would have these periodic "episodes." I reasoned that it was because we have to be in "game face" mode so much, and we stuff our true feelings in order to lead the family, that it just hits us all at once sometimes.
I do think it's healthy, though, and it's PERFECTLY understandable.
Think of it as a relief valve. Lets off the excess pressure, so you can get back to a healthy level.
