The Infinite Noise (The Bright Sessions, #1)

by Lauren Shippen

Talking to anyone is impossible. It’s exhausting. Everything always sounds better in my head—my brain runs a mile a minute, I’m clever in my head—and then I open my mouth and nothing comes out.

“Hey, I’m having a depressive episode so I’m sorry for being distant or weird or useless or making myself bleed. I wish I could say that this is a one-time thing and will never happen again, but it isn’t and it will. I don’t want to be around you right now or during those times at all, but I would love if you took care of me and sat silently in the corner of the room for when I need someone to hug me. You will get nothing in return except for maybe my friendship when the cloud lifts and I can be human for two seconds. Hope that’s all good with you!”