Fixing a traumatized, crazy woman is like adopting a feral raccoon—she bites, hisses, and might steal your snacks, but damn if she isn’t the most fascinating thing you’ve ever seen. She’ll test your patience, overthink a simple ‘good morning’ text, and randomly decide she hates you for something you did in a dream. But if you stick around—dodging emotional landmines and validating her conspiracy theories—you’ll earn her trust. And that? That’s rarer than a raccoon that doesn’t steal your fries.