A heartbroken friend of mine ironically finished a councilors meeting over her panic attacks the day this epiphany hit me.
The week before this one, I had spent reliving a stain in my existence from over a month ago: I told my mother I thought I was going crazy, and she snapped back at me.
The week before this one, I had spent reliving a stain in my existence from over a month ago: I told my mother I thought I was going crazy, and she snapped back at me.
