I’m in one of my panics that always ends with me in a fetal position (and no, that is not a yoga pose).

Is there one word to describe me? From having lived in seven states and Puerto Rico, to my seemingly unrelated academic degrees, to my housekeeping abilities, and thought process, it could be scattered.

When I think of the word believe, I hear Peter Pan’s pleading voice, “Do you believe in fairies? Clap if you believe in fairies!”