Math is not quite as bad for me now as it was maybe six months ago. I've gotten much better because I've had plenty of time to look at the problems from different angles. A semester just isn't enough time for me to be able to go over it as much as I'd like to.
My mom treats my tears the way I treat her temper tantrums: I just don't want to deal with it. There are better ways to de-stress. Personally I don't think screaming and throwing things is the way to do it, but she doesn't think crying is. Happens when you butt heads with people a lot. She did come back, but the doctor gave her a pointed look and told her that anxiety is an actual problem and that I need help with it. Felt good, man.
I know I'm not crazy, but some days, like yesterday, make me feel like I am.