Years ago I had to redefine breaking point, because I was fragmenting at such an alarming rate, I wasn't sure what to call it. But things settled down after a while.

A true breaking point, where what's left of my hair, spontaneously combusts and the mind starts banging around like two Dr. Martens in a dryer? Not yet.

But the horizon for that event is getting perilously close.

I'll write something soon and pass it along.

Thanks for this Sherry.