I know, it's COMPLETELY irrational. That was my immediate, gut instinct when this happened... August 22, 2012, 3:10 PM, in a psychiatrist's office in Rochester Hills, Michigan, overlooking a Panera and a Best Buy. How's that for irrationally fixated on something!

I have had this obsession with the thought that this is my downfall since that moment - to the point I attempted about 2 weeks later, but didn't go through with it, and luckily, no one but me knew about it, I was discrete.

I just can't shake this feeling. Believe me, I would love to. I have alternated the past few days between researching graduate programs in my field and contemplating buying another unmentionable means of self-destruction. To say I have a problem with this is like saying Hiroshima was a little boom.