Dear reader,

I have three bedrooms in my home and two of them are neutral so that when guests come they have a place to stay. I use one of the neutral rooms as my bedroom when no one is here. The third room, which I call the crazy room has all of my personal belongings, is my closet, my office, has a twin bed, my dresser, all my journals, cameras, photographs, love notes, sex toys, printer paper, printer, binders, my desk, 12 step literature, yarn, and cords to things I no longer own. It now also has multiple binders, file folders, file boxes, sticky notes, jars with markers and everything I need for grad school.

I call it the crazy room because even when I clean and organize it it becomes a pile of clothes, indecipherable stacks of paper, clumps of baseball caps, and crates of supplements I tried to cure my insanity with that didn’t work. Beef liver seemed promising but didn’t quite do the trick in the same way praying did.