It was poetically chaotic. It was one sided, it was so unhealthy in every which way shape and form. It was night after night, morning after morning that I would run day by day and stop once at each day thinking what could happen next. Hoping and wishing that one day it would come. Some days it felt like it was definitely going to come, but most days would end with an unfortunate outcome. That is what it felt like to be crazy.