I’m going to call and ask if you can see me. Once I’ve stopped crying. I don’t think I can deal with the rejection. You are always too busy to see me ahead of appointments. Maybe I’ll tell you it’s a crisis. You’ll make time? Is that a lie? Is this a crisis? I can’t tell where the crisis starts and where it ends. It feels like a crisis. Letting one person be the only person is dangerous. No other person is safe. Do you see my issue here? Nothing is ok.