So how did I come up with the name Stuck on The Kitchen Floor? Simply put, one night about a year ago I had a complete breakdown that left me crying on the kitchen floor of my very first apartment and I couldn’t get up to grab my glass of wine I had just poured myself. (By no means do I approve drinking alcohol or taking any kinds of drugs when you are in a negative space- I rarely do drink, and I ended up not even having the wine.) It had been such a horrible day, I needed to just cry it out and move forward. There I was- on the floor, crying and thinking about what life meant, why I felt so lonely, not knowing what I was going to do with my life, etc. Little did I know, this breakdown is completely NORMAL for a twenty one year old who is out on her own for the first time.
After a little while, I wiped away my tears and just started thinking about what I could do to change my life. My moment of clarity- a blog! As a joke, I thought of calling it Stuck On The Kitchen Floor since I had been down there for about an hour. I couldn’t possibly be the only person in the world who feels this way, maybe I could write about it and others could give their advice, opinions, their own stories, anything they want to contribute. Maybe I could even reach out and help someone else off the kitchen floor one day.
Just to be clear, if ANYONE ever has a breakdown- please please PLEASE reach out to someone. A friend, a coworker, family. You can even send a message to me or one of the many many hotlines available 24/7. (I have added two hotlines on my page under the category Hotlines.) It’s never okay to be stuck on the kitchen floor, and if you need help, there are so many people that are willing to help you.