The first day I went back to school I had fallen ill almost immediately. As soon as I saw the building, I buckled next to my truck, vomiting violently. Could sadness really make someone so sick? Somewhere in the back of my mind, I recognized that my behavior and reactions were incredibly abnormal and that I truly did need help, but again that part of my mind was far buried. In the forefront of my mind, all I could think about was my unbearable sadness. Seeing the building where I had fallen in love with him, it was just too much.
