That crazed part of me reared its ugly head again yesterday. I spent hours yesterday morning just crying because of the things I had allowed my head to explode with and to take over.

I get that way.

I hate it.

I hate that I seem to have no control over it and my thoughts just go wild and then it affects my entire day and my entire emotional stability.

I hate that I feel the most alone at those points and no where to turn.

I hate that I’m scared.