Ms. Alone and Mr. Lonely

Justine wasn't her illness; she wasn't her anxiety. Because of her condition, her life was bounded by limitations. All she ever wanted was to feel significant and relevant to someone; she wanted her life to become meaningful despite the bounderies.

Soon, her alone heart met a lonely heart. What would possibly happen if these two would mix up together?

[Warning: this story may contain a bit of triggering moments, so if it makes you uncomfortable, you may stop reading but one purpose of writing this story is to spread the word and encourage everyone that you're not alone.]

I suck at descriptions, but please don't just settle on that. Give this book a chance.