It seems like when I moved to California, everything that I thought I left in Nevada, came with me and upon arrival, it manifested and continued to spiral out of control. I went from an outgoing, spontaneous, fun, loving individual to a confused, damaged and broken human being. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I wish I could explain all that I experience all the time, everything that I’m beginning to believe is who I actually am, though I preferred who I was before. I can’t describe it right now. It would take too long. But I will. Promise, if you would like to hear. I just know that I am a mentally unstable, traumatized and ill person. I want to think normal thoughts, I don’t want to get tremors or shakes, I want to be able to understand things and retain information like I once knew how to. I want to remember things and not have headaches or migraines. I don’t want to have to see a cardiologist or a neurologist. I don’t want things to keep popping up over time. I am in the most darkest and loneliest place in my life, the mental anguish and suffering has taken a complete toll on my life and I don’t want to feel like death is near. I do not like what is happening to me.