My mother called me at 2 a.m. demanding to know where my sister is. My sister is at her home, no mystery there.

But I'm feeling paranoid. Mom is in her stalker mode.

I feel like I've lost confidence, the confidence I need to leave the house and encounter other people. It's only going to get worse the closer it gets to Christmas. People get stressed and rude and dangerous on the roads.

I hate the Christmas that is "buy presents and see people who make you crazy."