She locked the room and sat on her bed. Grabbing a napkin, she began crying. She didn’t know why, she didn’t know how, she just cried. Okay, she knew what had set her off, but it wasn’t something that big enough to make her howl into a napkin.
She cried and cried till she could feel no more. She quietened. When was the last time she had felt alright? That she actually had a place in this world? When her mind hadn’t been racing with thoughts? When she could make through an entire day without sinking? These questions seemed to have no answers and she cried a bit more.
Not a day went by when she didn’t weep. not a day went by when she didn’t feel normal, not a day went by when she wasn’t struggling against the tide, struggling to keep swimming. Right now, she felt like she was drowning.