I sat at the kitchen table staring at her through tear-filled eyes.  “I feel crazy,” I said.  “I don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

“Why do you feel crazy?” she asked.

“Because I’m neurotic and self-conscious and ashamed, and so much more all at once,” I said.  “I feel like I’m just not good enough for anything or anyone anymore…”

“And you don’t think everyone feels like this at times?” she asked.

“Not like this,” I replied under my breath.

“Well you’re wrong,” she said.  “If you think you know someone who never feels a bit broken and crazy, you (more…)