I felt like I was being pulled in so many different directions, to the point where I had no idea who I was anymore. I was crying out for help, but no one seemed to hear me. I couldn’t imagine my future. I kept waiting for my old world to come back and lift me out of this silent depression. Every morning I’d wake up and see the sun, and cry knowing that today would be more of the same, that the old world was gone forever. It was like, this is how things are now. Welcome to cold, hard reality.”
