A Story A Day. Story 319 of 365: Meltdown.

Bianca was a successful woman, she was young but she was already an associate at the law firm she had started working in as soon as she left law school. She was hungry for challenges, reckless, implacable. She was quick-witted and smart, her mind sharp as a scapel. Her comebacks were her pride. Many of her colleagues had started asking her for advice in important cases, knowing that she was able to see things in a different perspective. Her mind was her sanctuary, and it was a busy one.

Someone else wouldn't have been able to handle so much thinking, but to Bianca it was normal. She could be talking to someone and be thinking about something else as easily as breathing. She had never imagined she could lose that, until she did. 

It had been a hard working period. Bianca had had to stay late at work for months. Documentation and folders piled up on her desk, next to pieces of crumbled papers and half a dozen empty pens. She had been working hard, but she knew it would be worth it. One of those late days Bianca was feeling tired, she knew she needed a break, but the end was so near that she just couldn't stop working. She picked up the next paper on her pile, telling herself that as soon as she had finished that one she would go home. However, when she tried to read it, the letters blurred. She focused her stare, yet nothing made sense. She could read the words but, in her mind, they had no meaning, they were empty. Her brain had decided to shut down and it didn't even warn her.