My brain has never felt like it was racing faster than NASCAR right now; I feel like I am on meth. Crying. It’s a Saturday, I texted my doctor and he actuallly responded on a weekend to readjust everything. Talking nonstop my mom told me that he’s not God,

But he’s dug me out of the grave I layed in for years. Might also have a crush on him; there may be a 30 year difference with kids in college and a wife at home but he is a special kind of wonderful. I am not thinking clearly.