I hated this feeling. This feeling of emptiness this feeling of absolute weakness. I hated -no- despised it. The one thing I know is how and when it started. I wish I could make it go away but it never truly left. Every time I would almost feel normal again the feeling comes back and it's worse than it was before, which is why I never truly bothered to get "better". That word simply didn't exist in my vocabulary. But that's all everyone else talked about, fixing me making me go back to my happy ignorant oblivious self. I saw countless doctors and therapist my parents always asking the same questions desperate for answers. "Will she ever talk again?" Was the most frequently asked. Another was "isn't there anything you could give her?" They always spoke as if I wasn't in the room. I almost pitied them, it wasn't there fault.
