I am unemployed (still), money is tight, stress is running high, and sometimes I feel like I'm holding shit together by static cling. But I can get through my day. I can shove it down, swallow the feelings of anxiety, worry, and outright panic and I can make it.
But the minute I see or talk to my mom, I lose it. Tears, sobs, that annoying inability to articulate what my problem is. It's like the minute I see her, I revert to a four-year-old with a skinned knee, where I can hold back the tears until my mom is there to make it better, and then that's it, I let go.
But she can't make it better. This isn't a bloody elbow that she can cover with a bandaid and fix with a hug.
And yet, sobs.