You were a normal girl/boy/other. I mean not everyone struggles with anxiety and depression, but you had your boyfriend, Ethan. Or that's what you thought. After your heartbreak, everything got worse. More panic attacks. You started smoking more, too. This was worse than what you have ever gone through. To make things worse, you had coughing fits, bloody noses, and much more. The worst part was... THE STATIC. 'Are you okay?' Always the same question. 'I'm fine.' Always the same lie: