When there's nothing to be busy with

Now that i've taken a step back and many steps away from what was a horribly busy Year 3, I realise that being busy keeps me from falling apart. Because I was so busy with a multitude of things, I was able to hold myself together because there was no time to really reflect on who I was and what I was doing. Perhaps also because I was so caught up in the project and school that I allowed it to define me. 

Now that it's done and a new academic year has begun, it's easy to see how I'm falling to pieces. Maybe falling to pieces is a normal phase which we can't really seem to snap out of. All it takes is something new to get us feeling weird and horrible all over again.