When a woman is in need of emotional or psychological help, the signs are often subtle and easily missed. People can unwittingly overlook the indicators that a woman is drowning in sadness, depression, or in my case, a vat of chocolate Halloween candy.
So as to avoid any ambiguity, I have clearly spelled out what I need with the boys' Halloween loot:
Please. In the name of God. Someone get over here and save me from myself. Take this crap away before I do irreparable harm.