So she never really sees the true me, the depressed and crying me, the scared me, or the shattered me. I tell her all my grand plans for the future, and
she nods encouragingly. Then I go home and
cry some more on the couch, staring at the clock again.
I need to increase my Lexapro dose.
It just all feels so crazy and surreal. How did I get here? How did I go from a relatively calm and ordered life, to one of complete chaos and uncertainty? In the blink of an eye, things changed.