My two brothers, who I only see 2-3 times a year, met up with me to go to a concert this past Wednesday. My brothers and I have been to a lot of concert through the years, especially when we were younger. This concert was a Super Bowl to me because it has been my favorite artist for the last 29 years. If music is allowed in heaven and he's not allowed to play, then I don't want to go there. I enjoy his music that much and the concert sounded just like I was listening to it through my home entertainment center. I sat on the 4th row. It was totally awesome!

However, I am so sad now. I can't quit the crying spells. All of the anxiety and anticipation of going to this show since tickets were purchased last November kept me going. I am thinking the real crash has finally arrived.

I so wish that I get my mental health back together. I am so sick of being sick.

I mean really, I thought that you are supposed to do things that you enjoy and make you feel good. It's been backfiring on me the last several years because of the crash afterwards.