So this weekend at a family function, I got very upset and ended up in the restroom with my mother as I was screaming and crying. Suddenly everything went fuzzy and when I came to, my mother was dabbing at my chest with wet tissues, crying. Apparently I had used my nails and scratched from my neck all over my chest. It looked like I had been attacked by an animal. I was so disoriented and confused. After some hours, the inflammation around the scratch marks went down, but there were remnants.
Mom said I was too sick to stay there, so she drove me back home. I didn’t last an hour there. Given, it was a very emotionally charged day for all of us.