All of me is not present, because all of me wants to disappear. I’m being pushed far. High and low. There is distance between people I am close to, you might not notice it. But I do. It makes me feel alone and at last I have nothing left to do except for break down. I feel like I’m driving down a winding road and I’ve finally spun out of control. Everything is against me, almost. When is it time that I realize that I need real help? When is it time that you realize my pain is unbearable, that my daily functioning has now been corrupted. That my cries have turned into screams and that what is thought as life has become a nightmare.