Today I was supposed to start volunteering. I say supposed to because I never made it there. About a mile from my house I started to break down-emotionally. Everything started to rush to the front of my mind: I didn't take out the recyclables, I couldn't change my wafer, I should have done one thing and I did the other... I just did everything wrong.
I pulled over and started to cry.
Why can't I be normal? What is so difficult about driving across town for a 15 minute meeting?
I tell myself that I have done so well; I have come so far. But I still haven't heard it.