Last week, you all changed my life. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel so good, so confident and comfortable in my own skin. We laughed, we cried, we danced. Then you left. I’ve got emotional whiplash, and I just wish you would come back. I promise I feel just as miserable as when you first showed up, so you can get a whole other episode out of me if you want. I don’t feel miserable, I’m sorry. It’s just that last week felt like a movie. Or a TV show. For the first time in a long…