“What I hate is that people don’t get it. If someone thinks there should be a time limit to feeling like this, all that tells me is they’ve never had to struggle with it themselves. It’s not just some intangible state of being. I can taste it; it tastes metallic and sour, and it makes everything I used to eat feel like sand in my mouth. I can see it too. It’s murky water and windless hot days. Everything I had, knew, or believed died in that car, and I’m just some half-human, half-zombie, waiting for something to change.”
