Hi, my name's Logan. I'm 22. I've been an alcoholic for roughly a decade. And by alcoholic I mean hypochondriac (probably, I'm still compelled to say I'm not although I have episodes in which I clearly am). I do not know why I am the way I am. I could speculate that it was due to my father being a giant meanie-head. By meanie-head I mean, without going into detail, abusive and completely psychopathic. But, again, this is speculation and an easily identifiable catalyst is not present. I made this account because I have been to 8 ERs and a GP and will soon be seeing a neurologist because, like my father before me, I am also insane. I'm going through what appears to be a very common period of paranoia surrounding a certain fatal, progressive, neurological disease whose name I cannot type because that's how you summon Beetlejuice. And genies. And Satan. Here's a hint, my symptoms started with paresthesia and muscular twitching. The paresthesia, interestingly, was very painful. The twitching is a nuisance. Nuisances are terrifying. I thought I had a level of command over my anxiety until the past 3 weeks. Maybe I don't. I don't. Did I mention how terrifying nuisances are? Terrifying. About 2 or 3 months ago I made the mistake of taking too much vyvanse and caffeine pills. Don't do that. That is a bad idea. I have always had anxiety, but that was some next-level stuff. I think that experience paved a path for anxiety that had been latent for years. I'll also include that I am not normally a person who abuses drugs. Actually, that one time was accidental. Because I cannot read milligrams clearly printed on labels (yes I can, but I didn't). This kinda derailed. Hi. I'm Logan. Do you guys know how many wheels the average car has?