We are such stuff as dreams are made on

I think it’s safe to say I would not be here without my Mom. Post-birth, I mean. I had a panic attack at 2AM last night, struggled with whether or not to bother someone, decided that no one would care enough, and finally called my Mom’s cell phone, even though I was certain she didn’t want to deal with more of my apocalyptic meltdowns. She ended up talking with me on the phone until I literally fell asleep. She told me I sounded really grounded despite my intense anxiety and panic, which I thought was kind of hilarious. She also made me realize that I’ve only been out of school for 2 months. 2 fucking MONTHS. I didn’t even realize, because I haven’t stopped working since BEFORE my last day of class. I don’t deserve to have such a wonderful Mom. I think I would’ve jumped out the window last night if it weren’t for her.