The Shift hasn't happened yet, maybe it never will, but sometimes-just enough times to give me hope-my brain jars back into where it's supposed to be.

What am I always going to do? I'm going to go home and freak out.I'm going to sit with my family and try not to talk about myself and what's wrong. Im going to try and eat. Then I'm going to try and sleep. I dread it. I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

I've started to think it must just be chemistry, in which case we're looking for the Shift and we haven't found it yet.

Dad nods, looks me dead in the eyes; slowly and regretfully, he banishes all the smiling and joking from his face, and for once he's just my dad, watching his son who has fallen so low.

I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

Things to do today: 1) Breathe in. 2) Breathe out.

I was never big on rage.' 'Why?' "It's so much more angry in my head than it could ever be outside.