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It’s tough to keep my own craziness separate from the twenty something who’s now staying/living with me. I don’t even know what to call his presence here because I’m trying to avoid making him feel that he’s trapped in this backwater home in this god-forsaken state. This is interesting payback for all the horrible grief I brought my family. He’s a complete wonder and at the same time an anxiety filled puddle of self-doubt. Praying for help.