Who am I?
He wasn’t confused. He wasn’t cognitively impaired. He wasn’t even primarily depressed. He was undone. Something deeper than mood or stress had fractured. The story he had lived inside no longer made sense.
He wasn’t confused. He wasn’t cognitively impaired. He wasn’t even primarily depressed. He was undone. Something deeper than mood or stress had fractured. The story he had lived inside no longer made sense.
