The Breaking Point

Last week I hit the breaking point. I seriously thought I could not handle one more thing going wrong. Nothing big, just seemingly endless medium sized problems that were strangling the life out of me.

But I'm still here, thanks to my mom and my friends and lots of crying. Something in me broke though, under all the pressure of trying to start my 4th year in Paris. Something let go that needed to. Some rigidity finally shattered, and I'm breathing deeper, feeling lighter, caring less but enjoying more.