Stepping on a lego.

Seriously. It's the little things that kill you on the days when you're so stressed that the stupidest thing will send you over the edge. The anxiety coursing through you makes every minute thing a world-ending, catastrophic disaster.

"What's wrong?" asks a friend, seeing your tears streaming down your face.

"Stepped on a lego," you sob, nearly incoherent.

Your friend awkwardly pats your shoulder. "Al...alright."

It hurts, it breaks the dam, it wrecks your day, and even you know it's an overreaction. It's just the way it is.