Am, I crazy because that is how I feel. My husband died in June/ 2006. And now all I want to do is move from where I lived all my life. I want to get out of this place. I want to pack the house up, grab my son, get in the moving van, and move south. At first I felt I was being irrational, but my thoughts keep coming back to me you need to leave. Is this normal?
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