It all happens to us at some point. The world gets to be a bit too much and you just can't hold it in anymore. Dad and I both had breakdowns this week. Dad's was first. He was getting frustrated that his arm wasn't working properly (he has nerve damage from his latest surgery and doesn't have full motion in his left arm) and accidentally knocked a glass of juice over with it. He sat there with his head in his hands, crying in a way I had never seen him do before. My sisters and I cleaned up the juice and he went upstairs to his room. I finished cleaning up the mess and we all went up and hugged him.
My breakdown was days later. I was at the kitchen table with dad having my morning cup of coffee. I don't remember what he said exactly, but I just burst into tears. All of the stress from trying to finish my senior year, adapting to school at home, taking care of him, taking care of the house, not seeing my partner because of the pandemic, all of it came crashing down. Dad came over and hugged me, telling me everything will be okay.
I made this comic right afterwards. I drew it on my window, reflecting about being quarantined and fearing what could happen if we weren't careful enough. I ended up fixed on what my mom always says, "We have to take it day by day."
