I seem to be falling apart. My attention span can be measured in seconds my patience in minutes, I cry at the drop of a hat, I forget things constantly, My toast burns daily, I forget to sign checks, Half of everything in the house is misplaced. Feelings of anxiety and restlessness are my constant companions. Rainy days make me feel dreary, Sunny days seem an outrage, Other people's pain and frustrations seem insignificant Laughing, happy people seem out of place in my world. It has become routine to feel half crazy. I am normal, I am told. I am a newly grieving person.