Hello All!!!! First, this is a brilliant idea Daniel to have this be a part of your website. Not only do we have hours of content on youtube and this website from you as a resource but again through all you’ve done we have a connection to each other. With this entry, I need to take a second to vent but first a little background, so, please bear with me. Thank you. I started this journey of course at day one; when my mother was created by her mother and the egg that was to make me was made. I have always (as most humans) been a highly inquisitive person. As a child, I became eerily comfortable with being by myself. I would spend hours outside, in my room reading or staying up extremely late knowing school would follow in the morning. It wasn’t ever more than verbal assault, thank goodness. However, living day in and day out in utter chaos took its toll on me as a young human. Not only were my parents terrible in their own way, they were also extremely attached to the lds religion (or cult). So, during the week, I struggled in school, struggled to stay safe at home, and was reinforced every Sunday at church that my family was perfect and would be together forever in eternity. That last concept really fucked me up (pardon the language, it’s the only word I can think of). My family will live together in the afterlife no matter what. I recently watched your video and others about the concept of psychosis. When I experience those moments of psychosis, of course the idea that comes to mind is to run away. The rant mainly consists of this: My mother and father do not want to know who I am. Not just from the family system trauma but also the religious trauma. My brain goes off in crisis and I never know how to deal with my current issues of daily life. I feel so alone. I do live with my mother and she tries, at least I think she does. Either way, with all that I’ve learned and pieced together, it so hard to have those conversations not just with her, everyone, even therapist (but who knows if they’re even good). I feel lost, I guess. It’s hard. Even harder to be positive and say good things will come. Could they actually come?