It’s like a hangover. Just not as painful, or sickening. When you made it with a fair amount of sleep you know you are over the worst. There were times when a meltdown was the final straw to anything that could have happened to me, or anyone around me. Now I just wake up with a dull tingling between the ninth and eighth vertebrae that tells you something wasn’t right yesterday, and it won’t ever be right again until you manage to forget.