I broke about two weeks ago. It was my third straight month of 80 hour plus work weeks and I got the news that a relative of mine blew her head off. I was already feeling a bit disassociated from my life and there was no way I was going to make any type of funeral. I only broke on the inside, didn't really let it show except for the day after when I opened the shop about 10 minutes late and was kind of out if it. Withdrew from hubski, held my daughter a little closed, tried to look at my wife with eyes that weren't as weary. Got my shift back together after about a week of hard (don't have a word for this feeling, it's not depression or at least not the flavor that visits me from time to time, not chemical imbalance but it wasn't a fun time). I wrote a post as a draft a week ago with a shop update where I talked about my little dark time. Maybe I'm back here and I'll look over and post it tomorrow, maybe I'm not and I won't.