I’m going home tomorrow for 3-weeks after 18 months of living in Madrid. I should be on an emotional high but for the last 3-4 days, I’ve been an emotional wreck. I don’t understand why and that’s just adding to feeling low.
I’ve been crying over nothing. Snapping at people for no reason. Getting upset at people for no reason. I’ve been quiet and kept to myself. I’ve had a perpetual headache and no appetite.
I’ve always considered myself a strong person, but today I’m ashamed of feeling so weak and fragile without being able to think why. The feeling seems invalid because I can’t find the root. I just want to crawl into a warm shell. I’m not okay. I feel this ridiculous need of wanting to be taken care of. But nothing has happened! My life is the same!
Perhaps all my trapped emotions over the last year are now flowing out at once. Perhaps I’m subconsciously stressed about going home, about talking about my life, about talking about my future, about confronting how I feel about Dubai when I get there, about confronting how I feel about Madrid from outside it. About all the uncertainties in my life, about all the instabilities in my life.
But how can a short trip home after a long period of time trigger such a strange and strong feeling of being overwhelmed? I really don’t get it.
I hope to find that warm shell on my parent’s couch.