As we all know, there is no underwear in space.
I have a chemical imbalance that, in its most extreme state, will lead me to a mental hospital.
What worries me is, what if this guy is really the one for me and I just haven't had enough therapy yet for me to be comfortable with having found him.
My mom had the breakdown for the family, and I went into therapy for all of us.
My mother is an extraordinary woman, extraordinary.
Now I say I'm a diarist with an explanation I'll get back to you on. Someday I may try and write in memoir form.