A few months ago I had what was not so much a breakdown as simply running out of gas. Or this: I put away my map for just fifteen minutes, and I lost, entirely, my way.
I was standing on the back porch, talking with my brother-in-law about his life, his career, not mine. We talked about he didn't know what was next, about how he was going to take time to focus and his wife (my sister!) and family (my nephew!).
At the very end of the conversation I briefly mentioned that he had given me something to think about, just as casually as someone sneezing after visiting a relative recovering from the flu.