If I only knew what it was, what I could do. If I only took a shower, didlaundry, washed the dishes, went for a walk or had a piece of chicken (that last ne’s from mom). If only.o Through the darkness of my room, outside my bedroom window I seesunlight playing hide and seek with the leaves of a palm in the breeze.Children playing on the street compete with the crashing waves echoing in thedistance.
I don’t have the energy to cry. The guilt of feeling depressed isepressing. I want to evaporate.d
“So tell me.” Her voice was soft. “Why are you calling?”