Yvette sat in the back corner of the room, her posture tense. The words of the support group were just a vague murmur, lost in the oppressive silence. The shadows on the walls seemed to shift, and the atmosphere was filled with stifling darkness. Every glance, every unspoken question, dragged her deeper into despair. The urge to escape was overwhelming, but the fear of what awaited her at home kept her trapped. She could no longer endure the suffocating confinement, and the feeling of not being able to stay there any longer became nearly unbearable.