A story about her
Tuesday, December 25th, 2007She was weeping quietly when she told me what’s going on.
She thought it is such a shame that this is happening, she couldn’t accept this is actually happening to her.
A personality, an emotion, a mood or whatever it is that is haunting her, that she always hated, she always standing strong to defense her rational opinions and emotionless comments againts this evil. Yes, that is the evil she is talking about.
She tried to blame her physical inability to control her tears.
"I burst into tears, like whenever that struck me. When I drive, when I woke up, when I try to sleep, when I talk to somebody, when I listen to my favorite CD…I kept asking myself, "What’s wrong with me? Oh lord, what’s going on?" I told myself "It is ok, don’t cry, it will be fine, I will be fine, be tough" but nothing helps."
It bothers me that when I know she is experiencing something that is unexplainable.
Can a person really change suddenly? In every way that she used to hate, and she becomes just like that.
She told me about her chest problem. She said she felt like to stab something deep into her chest and twist it; the pain was like a cramp, something squeezing your heart so hard and try to pull it out, and it won’t go away until sunrise.
It is a long long vacation for her, yet, she won’t be able to enjoy even a single day. I told her, she shouldn’t be worry much if she can still function normally everyday besides the crying and the pain. That’s how I usually define mental disorder. Well, not something that is psychodic or serious…people do feel down from time to time, but if it doesn’t impact your life a great deal, it should be just a mood swing or you are probabl in a bad mood.
She said she was not sure, because the vacation is not over. She is not sure if she will be herself again when this is over.
From the bottom of my heart, there’s nothing else I want besides you feeling better for this holiday season, I really wish your love one will be there with you and give you the greatest comfort.