a history of me

I called Mom today, as I ought to, and we had a long chat. It ended up mostly about me though, as I've become very concerned with a number of health issues compounded by some academic-phobia as well as some miscellaneous anxieties. Apparently I needed a good cry because that's what I had. Mom was very supportive, telling me things I needed to hear (even though I knew them already), even offering to fly up here if I needed help. I feel much better now though, especially after I went downstairs and ate dinner (well, two dinners really). I'm hoping to sort this mess out without forcing Mom to come all the way here, although I do appreciate her generosity.

I just need this ordeal to be over. Check that, ordeals. Do they ever end, or do they merely rotate?