" I just kept running, running, sprinting, jogging. Trying so hard to find him. He was so close." I said looking out of the window, all of the living organisms out there...why can't he be one? " And how does that make you feel?" My therapist compromised. Still looking out the window I responded, " My parents think I'm crazy. They think I'm lying." I sighed. "I'm not crazy, I promise."