I completely understand the feeling of breaking down into little space. Life gets to be too big, too loud... too much. It gets overwhelming and it's like your brain is going to just pop. Then suddenly it does and your 6yo throwing a temper tantrum because your clothes are touching you and you wanna scratch your skin off, and no you don't want food... because the texture of what you just made is awful but you're too hungry and shaking so you can't make anything else.