Madeline and Evan

I wake up to the smell of disinfectant and a bright light overhead. "I've been waiting for you to awake!" a lady in bright-colored scrubs exclaims. She then notices my confused expression, "Do you know where you are?"
"Uh..." I am barely able to get words out before everything comes flooding back. The pills, the anxiety, the feeling of not being able to breathe, the thoughts of everyone I've ever loved... going to sleep and giving up. I've been told that many people go through this and that I have nothing to be ashamed of. I'm not ashamed, I'm not regretful. It is a part of my story. I just wish he could have helped me this time.