Today's OneWord: Unhinged

Day by day, I felt myself become progressively unhinged. Sort of like if I were a door, and a carpenter was meticulously and painfully stripping the bolts and screws that kept me attached to a stable cerebral home. I found myself drinking more and eating less, staying up late at night and calling into work to ask if I could come in an hour or two later. For a while, my manager was okay with this because she knew I was having a hard time, but after two weeks of my shenanigans, she was losing her patience.