October 21, 2000
Santa Cruz, CA
Will
It had been a great day. I’d been reunited with my family, I’d started to repair my relationship with Dad and Pop, and we’d had a great dinner, where no one fought at all. Yet here I was, laying in bed wide awake at 1am, and I felt so much anxiety that my stomach hurt. I doubled over, clutching it, wondering if I’d eaten something bad, until the warning signs finally convinced me to go to the bathroom. I got there just in time to puke my guts