“. . . I feel like I’m at the bottom of a well. I feel like I’m way down this deep, deep hole and I’m looking up and all there is is this little dot of light and I have to shout at the top of my lungs for anyone to hear me and even when I do, I say the wrong thing or they don’t really listen or they’re just humoring me.” “Because they couldn’t possibly care about you.” “. . . It’s hard to feel that. They tell me. They show me. And I still don’t feel it.” “Why do you think that is?” “The fear gets in the way. And I get stuck in a loop.”
